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It wasn't quite the dog's fault, but I'll get to that.
I spent the morning cleaning up the housesit a bit, doing the bulk of the packing (and right this second I just remembered the sheets are still on the washing line. Fuck). And did call back for the Red Cross doorknocking. No one was home.
I drove to Fremantle and had an utterly fabulous time at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ascetic_hedony and wobowikkles's house with psycho_tabby and zebra363. We watched at least four episodes of Smallville, ate an impressive amount of healthy food thanks to Zebra and talked at length. Before I left, I'd arranged with my folks that if I wasn't going to be home by say, 7.30pm (highly likely) that they'd go over next door and feed the dog. I called them to confirm this and they said the dog was locked in the house so they couldn't feed it.
A mate of mine had been staying with me while I house sat, so I'd given him the back door key. He'd come over to pick up his stuff at some point, letting the dog in at the same time (I'd been very careful to make sure she was outside before I left). I thought he still had the key. I left a message on his phone saying: "Um, are you close enough to go back and feed her? I'm in Fremantle." He didn't call me, and when I called home again he hadn't called my folks either. I drive home, really annoyed because it spoiled my utterly fabulous evening, fill the dog's bowl and thrust it at her going "eat, damnit". She just looked at me, totally not starving to death or anything.
It wasn't until I turned my mobile on again (I never keep my phone on while I'm driving) that I found the message from Mum saying my mate had called home and explained about the agreement he and I had made to leave the back door key under the doormat. I had completely forgotten about this. *sob*
So, that was my tale of woe. Not all bad -- I got to finally properly meetwobowikkles, I was thoroughly introduced to Smallville and I got three seasons of Buffy on permanent loan type situation. ::Loves a_h deeply:: It just could have been a longer, totally fabulous evening.
I spent the morning cleaning up the housesit a bit, doing the bulk of the packing (and right this second I just remembered the sheets are still on the washing line. Fuck). And did call back for the Red Cross doorknocking. No one was home.
I drove to Fremantle and had an utterly fabulous time at
ascetic_hedony and wobowikkles's house with psycho_tabby and zebra363. We watched at least four episodes of Smallville, ate an impressive amount of healthy food thanks to Zebra and talked at length. Before I left, I'd arranged with my folks that if I wasn't going to be home by say, 7.30pm (highly likely) that they'd go over next door and feed the dog. I called them to confirm this and they said the dog was locked in the house so they couldn't feed it.A mate of mine had been staying with me while I house sat, so I'd given him the back door key. He'd come over to pick up his stuff at some point, letting the dog in at the same time (I'd been very careful to make sure she was outside before I left). I thought he still had the key. I left a message on his phone saying: "Um, are you close enough to go back and feed her? I'm in Fremantle." He didn't call me, and when I called home again he hadn't called my folks either. I drive home, really annoyed because it spoiled my utterly fabulous evening, fill the dog's bowl and thrust it at her going "eat, damnit". She just looked at me, totally not starving to death or anything.
It wasn't until I turned my mobile on again (I never keep my phone on while I'm driving) that I found the message from Mum saying my mate had called home and explained about the agreement he and I had made to leave the back door key under the doormat. I had completely forgotten about this. *sob*
So, that was my tale of woe. Not all bad -- I got to finally properly meet
wobowikkles, I was thoroughly introduced to Smallville and I got three seasons of Buffy on permanent loan type situation. ::Loves a_h deeply:: It just could have been a longer, totally fabulous evening.