More shit

I was initially excited to be at Steve's with the cats and Riley again. After the debacle of my last stay and Riley sneaking downstairs to poop, I wasn't sure he would ask again. But alas, I decided yesterday that I won't be back. Riley didn't go out at all the day I got there, not even at bedtime. No dinner either. I brought her breakfast in bed thinking it would spurn her to get up to go out. I messaged Steve to tell him what was up, then nudged her one more time and she went out to potty. Feeling good about that, I went for a walk. No more than 20 minutes later I get back and don't see her, I look at the stairs and there she was on the landing. 

Now, you tell me how a fat dog can get through/around/over/under these heavy stools (without moving them)! Heading downstairs I could smell shit, not in the cat variety. Lotso poop in the family room, I was livid. I texted him and gave him the latest and that I would clean it up, but will not be back. I understand that she's nervous with a new sitter as well as being blind and deaf. But she's not dumb and knows exactly what she's doing. It just breaks my heart that I will probably never see these kitties again and it makes me cry. 

Since I'm having a shit weekend, I may as well just say this too. I've put my shop on hold for a month and then will close it down. It was foolish thinking to believe that someone would buy anything. I just can't afford to pay for a site, that can't pay for itself. I'm not very good at marketing; it feels like begging to me, and I don't need any pity sales. So that's that.