Nothing 4 Nothing

Tuesday 101...Today 100....in case anyone is keeping track. Watched a funeral on tv for 2 cops who died in a helicopter crash last week, it was so sad. Yesterday I wanted to changed the fish bowl water and I got Seymour in the palm of my hand and when I went to transfer him to another bowl there was no fish in my hand!! I looked on the floor, in sink, looked at Sam to see if he was licking his lips..and finally found the fish looking flat as a pancake on the counter. I quickly tried to pick him up by his tail and a piece of his tail broke off. So I slid him to the edge of counter top and I cupped him in my hand again and put him back in the bowl. I kept watching him to see if he swam around and ate...and after the shock wore off he was ok. Good grief.
They owners picked up their pets late this afternoon...and what did I get for 9 days of service?
2 postcards and a tiny souvenir spoon. They don't realize how much work it was keeping the dog inside. walking him, I re-arranged my life and my schedule for the dog....I didn't expect a payment...but something nicer....so I am pissed off. When I am asked to dog sit again please someone remind me to just say "no" Right now I am not in a very good mood. Maybe after I watch LOST I will feel better....