Finally got home this morning. Honolulu airport sucks, guys. Worst service and facilities evah!
But then, I got home. I was hoping my partner would surprise me...uh, shocked is more like it. His goats have been running loose since I left, they destroyed 25 bales of hay, just trashed them. The Pyr was in the road because he won't tie her up. The little house dog had pooped on every wee-wee pad I left (almost 3 weeks ago) and was peeing in front of the door. I get the feeling he wasn't letting her out. He told me he was too tired when he got home in the evening. There was goat poop all over the porch and I had to sweep it off to get in the door. Didn't matter, though, because he hadn't bothered and there is goat shit smashed and tracked all over my floors, in addition to the dog's mess. I'll be throwing my little area rug away because I'll never get all the nastiness cleaned out of it. There are drifts of dirty paper plates and empty food wrappers drifted in the corners and under the table. The house is filthy and STINKS. My Lexus isn't any better off, either. Spring cleaning will be extra special for me this year, I think.
Note to self: 1) Don't travel unless you can find someone responsible to care for your place and animals. 2) Don't ever allow a hoarder to "care" for your stuff without constant supervision.
I am pretty unhappy right now. I've already hauled three bags of trash out of the house. The dog and goats dragged a lot of trash and scattered it all over the yard, where it's laying, soaked, awaiting my attention. It's 45 degrees out so I'm going to open some doors and windows and get some air moving through this place. Shit, and all I thought I'd have to contend with was three-week-old kitty boxes (partner will absolutely not clean cat boxes).
Apologies for the vent, guys. I am just so disgusted right now. Ugh!