Well, it started out as a nice idea. We’ll take the dogs to Cousin O’Cool’s house because who doesn’t like doggies, right? They’ll be fun for the kids and everyone loves Brogan and PJ. Oh, and even though it’s 90 minutes in the car to her house and PJ isn’t the happiest camper in the car, it’ll be fine.
All is well.
Take one spazzy dog (Brogan, spazzy for reasons I know not), add one doofus (need I tell you who?), mix not-so-gently with joyful and chaotic house full of kids and noise and you get a doggie meltdown. And you get pee on the rug. Twice. And 47 trips outside in the freeeeeezing cold on a leash (which they hate).
Not a good idea, Diary. Not at all. (And this is just the tip o’the iceberg. Dogs aren’t the only ones having meltdowns.)
On the bright side (because surely there is one), Santa brought me my Bose Soundlink Mini (which was all I wanted) and a couple other nice gifties.
I got Duty an iPhone so he can put on some apps to help with diet and am setting that up for him. I like doing all that set up – it makes my nerd girl happy – he takes it as me thinking he’s incompetent, which isn’t true at all. I just like futzing with stuff. :)
Anyway, no one died this year and meltdowns end and everyone takes a deep breath and moves on.
Love and kisses to you, dear diary.