The dear husband and son are “gone fishing” for the weekend. This means the dear daughter and I are responsible for our two dogs, and my sister in law’s puppy. Sounds fun, right? It turns out not so much, actually.
The puppy has unlimited energy and sharp baby teeth.
The elderly dogs despise her. I think one of them might possibly have a nervous breakdown.
The puppy doesn’t like to be alone.
If you don’t let the puppy nibble at you, she barks.
Maybe I will also have a nervous breakdown.
Good thing there’s no wine in the house.
Just kidding. Sort of.