My stress levels are at defcon 1.
Alfie is whining and crying, up and down from the sofa, in and out from the garden. Looking for food, licking, chewing, heavy breathing. Then whining again. My nerves feel like they're about to snap.
At least his tummy seems a bit better and I'm not under as much threat of being crapped on. What has my life come to?
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