Well, it's been a fucked up day. I've been having stomach cramps and visiting the loo so often that I'm now about ready for a colonoscopy.
But, that's hardly the worst thing. I guess that dog got out again because I've found two more dead chickens. The barred rock that had been wounded and one of the little red ones. Not one bite taken out of them. Killing just for killing. I'm furious. And horrified.
And I'm so, so sad. I raised those babies in my goddam bath tub.
Don't even tell me that the dog was just doing what dogs do. Not all dogs.
That one has to go. And I mean yesterfucking day as Lis would say.
The whole world is falling apart and I'm fucking crying over chickens.
The wisp of straw lands on the camel's back and the camel falls to her knees.
Or something like that.