one more day

I was a little vague about when the dogs would be picked up, because one of the people said one thing, and the one who was picking them up said another, and the one who will still be out of the country wrote an entirely different and clearly incorrect date on the note with the phone numbers.  So I kept thinking maybe tonight, but it's tomorrow and I'm going to bed with extra dogs one more time.

Toll:
my favorite dress
one of my favorite pairs of pants (might actually be salvageable), and the pockets of another
all three pairs of footwear I actually wear (I'm now wearing a pair of broken Crocs to work, having failed to get my feet into the uggs-ripoffs)
a baking dish I dropped when the puppy bumped into me
most of Truffle's toys, which were all getting cruddy anyway

reminder to self: if you ever get another dog, get a three-year-old.  Percy's trainable, but he's just so constantly constantly puppying around.