So I gingerly drove Fawkes back to my place, dozed until 4:30, then went and picked him up. Then picked up my Escort. Then got a replacement lockbox and key, since the damn thing is missing again. I also just ordered a combination lock for the front door. I was thinking of it earlier, and while expensive, it should save me a lot in aggravation.
Then I went back to bed. And slept. And slept. There were a few interruptions here and there, and I may have surfed for an hour here and there, but mostly, I just slept until this morning. Weird.
Mena told me at one point she'd put Llorona in the garage. I told her to get her out of there (Mario has a lot of expensive leather products in there, and the last thing I need is the chewing monster to discover them), and put her in the supposedly finished dog run.
Which I gather didn't hold. I woke up for a few minutes to hear stormmonkey's voice calling "Llorona" in the distance. I hate to say it, but at this point - oh well. I just don't care anymore. She has barely been home for two days, the damn mutt shat on the carpet yesterday, and I just seem to only have so much sympathy left. If the dog's been put in the garage, I guess I'll have to roust it out, and go back to locking the garage for Mario's safety.
I suppose I originally started to lose sympathy when she was upset the dog was in her room, destroying her stuff - as opposed to in the main body of the house, destroying everyone else's stuff. Yeah, pretty much at that point.