First off, it’s Spring Break (woooo). The only difference that makes for me is that the campus, which I have not left, is now fantastically empty, and that all my roommates are gone but their pets aren’t.  Meaning, I am taking care of said pets.  Said pets being a dog (beagle, Stella), a guinea pig (crazy haired, Jurassic), and a fish (beta, who the hell knows its name).

Two of the three little beasties are pretty darn labor  free, just make sure they’re fed and that one of them gets scratched on the nose enough and the other has its light on (you can figure out which is which).  One, however, is more work.  That’d be the 9 year old little pup.

Stella’s a great dog.  Doesn’t bark at anything besides squirrels and other dogs when on walks, only gets hyper when its walk time, only occasionally does things on the carpets that needs to be cleaned up, and never chews on shoes or cell phones.  She does, however, insist on sleeping on your feet and snoring the entire night long.  Which does not work when your bed is tiny, and you have slight insomnia in the first place.  And by you, I mean me.  I tried to sleep on the couch last night so she could be in the same room as me but not on top of my feet.  Do we think that worked?  Not as such.  Giant couch length wise, but she insisted on using my ankles as a pillow.  I would just kick her out of my room at night, but that would lead to scratching of the door, an angry roommate later on (as it’s her parents house Stella would be destroying), and no sleep for me anyway.

So.  If I ever get a dog, I’ll need a bigger bed.  Or, and here’s a new one, a bed for the dog.  Or a dog that sleeps at the foot of the bed, and not on the feet of me.