Libby’s Scribb1es

'Sup, Dudes!?

Pet sitting is hard!!! Like, you have your pet, and you think you're pretty awesome and know how to deal with everything, but then someone comes in with their animal(s) and nothing makes sense anymore!

First of all, everyone else's pets are pretty consistently abject morons, completely lacking in the genius and sophistication of your own. Then, on top of that, they've been trained by total numbskulls who don't know how to make their pets act the way I want them to act! It's completely unfair and obnoxious.

And another thing: I even don't know the first thing about taking care of birds—especially not undomesticated weirdo birds. Why did Siobhán even do this to me? Did I make her angry? Is this punishment for the fact I'm never willing to let my boobies fly around out in public, like she lets hers? Is this all a conspiracy?!?

Oh, and so you don't worry, Siobhán still has all three of her blue-footed boobies. It's just that she took one with her on this trip she went on. (Did I not mention she's on a trip and that's why I'm taking care of her birds?) On the bright side, I think she's paying me enough that I could buy a new phone, seeing as Anna successfully failed to buy me one that was made since the turn of the millennium! (Never send a hipster to do a trend-setter's job.)

Anyway, here's to Siobhán's boobies! May they always remain perky and soft, with feet bluer than the sky on a clear summer's day.