I could go on and on about how we have had a weekend chock full of puke and poop, but I don't know that I particularly want to remember the joy that has been a sick pup. Our dear sweet Jasmine, AKA The Mop, has been a Hawt Mess all weekend. The kind of Hawt Mess that results in an endless cycle of steam cleaning, bathing, and laundry washing. To put it into perspective, we are ECSTATIC that it has now been four hours since The Mop puked all over her kennel (she had to be quarantined before she destroyed the rest of the house), then sopped up the puke with her massive coat of fur.

Good times. Ahem.

Instead of talking about THAT brand of joy, how about the fact that I totally got busted for "stealing" Alexis' bottle of water? She went with me to Starbucks on Thursday evening. After being offered chocolate milk, juice, hot chocolate, a Strawberry Creme Frappuccino, and the keys to the kingdom, she decided she wanted a bottle of water to go with the bread we ration to her nightly. For some reason, however, she didn't want to open it that day, so it had been in the fridge. I snagged it a little while ago and was mid-chug when the Tiny Terrorist came flying across the room yelling, "THAT'S MY WATER!"

I casually responded, "I didn't realize it had your name on it."

Alexis paused and then disappeared, leaving me to keep on drinking the water. A few minutes later, she returned. With a pen in her hand. She handed me the pen and said, "Write my name, please" then spelled it out for me.

We are sooooooo screwed.