No, I didn't lose Olivia. Or Miller. In fact, they're very much fine. Miller makes sure you know that. I thought Harley was an attention whore. Oh no.
Miller is in-your-face, HI! Hi! It's me! Look at me! I'm here! Don't you want to play!? Feed me! Hi! OMG I'm crazy! You want to lay down?! What! No! Me! Pay attention! I'm going to sit on your face instead! Hi!
A girl needs some Xanax to deal with that one.
But alas, they are both fine. And I might take Olivia home with me because she is too precious for words.
This has nothing to do with dogs, unfortunately, and everything to do with ASSHOLES BREAKING INTO CARS. No, not mine. Tara's. On her wedding day.
I woke up in the morning on Friday and took the dogs out for a pee when I noticed shattered glass everywhere. Someone smashed her damn car window.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME IT'S HER WEDDING DAY WHY OMG I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS I'M JUST HERE FOR DOGS HELP!
The car was ransacked. Shit everywhere. Fortunately it didn't look like anything was stolen, but what did I know? I sifted through glass, cleaned EVERYTHING out of the car, and covered the now vacant space with plastic.
I called to file a police report and let the issue rest. I wasn't going to call her ON HER WEDDING DAY to tell her that the car was a wreck.
"Oh, hi! Happy nuptials! You have no passenger car window, and hope you didn't have anything valuable in there!"
Turns out, she did. Her iPod and her GPS system. Both gone. Dammit.
I broke the news to her yesterday, and she broke the news that yes, there were valuables in the car.
So I'm probably the worst dogsitter in the world. Hire me and two things will happen - I will lose your dog and your car will get smashed.
Good thing I was able to utilize the rooftop hot tub to destress. Whew. It's rough having luxury at your fingertips.