Fustrations and Tears

Today I got a text from my best friend:

Friend:

What time are you coming to get Paco tomorrow?

Me:

You said 31st

Friend:

No. I said the 30th. Not The 31st

Me:

Ugh, not gonna argue, can I get him on the 31st?

Friend:

My Mom said TOMORROW.

Me:

Stop yelling at me

Friend:

I'm not yelling. We've been over this.

My mom said the 30th and that's what I told you.

You need to come

Me:

Fine

Friend:

What time are you coming

Me:

Ill tell you when I know

Friend:

Ok

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I Swear she said 31st, but I know she wouldn't let up so I just didn't argue. One fucking day's difference, she couldn't have made the situation easier since there was a miscommunication? I'm tired of her thinking I always fuck up what we say.

She is still my best friend, but with our slight drama she's finally made me cry over it. She knows how much I care about animals and about Paco. She doesn't treat him like she should, she favors bro, and yet gets made when he whines cause he's lonely.

The worst part is that I have nowhere for Paco to go until a couple weeks from now. I refuse to send him to the shelter.

He is a bit strange. He is part chihuahua so he shakes, he always looks scared and pees in the house. I really believe he does it because he needs to go, but he can't hold it anymore and they aren't letting him out yet. I mean, it's not like us, we can just go to the bathroom whenever, animals can't.

I'm not looking forward to seeing her tomorrow. We need space, I need to get myself together and focus more on me and less on her.