Locked from Giles Babcock and Kirsty Cotton
Between being threatened by a walking pile of neuroses and worrying about something coming up in my personal life, I've been under a bit of stress. So, I sincerely thought I was going crazy this morning when my dog Winston appeared to ask me for fresh water. In English.
Now that I know I'm not crazy, I do have a bit of a problem, though. I'm used to quiet, plus the occasional bark. What I am not used to is seven voices loudly chattering amongst themselves. Haven't had a meltdown that bad in years.
Would anyone be willing to give two or three dogs a temporary home for however long this lasts? These things tend to be transient, but still. I can't demand they be quiet all the time, but I can't live with what sounds like a very loud party in my house at all times.