Dog-sitting Week: Day Two

Captain's Log: Dogdate 20110620.

I intended to continue writing about Sunday last night, but things did not go as planned. What actually ended up happening left me unable to stop crying, using my inhaler and eventually downing a bottle of wine. I know, it has breakup written all over it, huh? I don't remember the last time I felt so empty. But don't misunderstand me, nothing "bad" happened. It was just the far opposite of fun.

Meanwhile, I have a rash on my neck and shoulders from cuddling a cat when the dogs weren't nearby and I've torn through a box and a half of kleenex (a lot of which was allergy related). The Beast wouldn't stop whining to go upstairs, and once in her kennel, she went right to sleep. It felt strange to me, but if she wants to sleep alone upstairs and it keeps her calm and happy, that's fine by me!

My friend's asked me if there was anything I wanted them to look for while they vacation in Puerto Vallarta. Really? How about a cabana boy? I certainly am not asking them to smuggle any delicious Mexican fruit across the border. And I don't have any addictions that warrant traversing the jungle and unsavory barrios in crack towns. I'm thankful they thought of me though!

So, where does that leave me today? Well, I have plenty of animal control to do, and some laundry to fold. As for the rest, I have no idea. But I have time to myself to try and figure it all out.