So I’m going to North Carolina this weekend to spend some time with my grandparents and some friends, and I had originally planned on taking my two dogs. However, it has now happened that I am taking my brothers two dogs as well.
To clarify, my dogs are amazing and pretty well behaved. My brothers dogs are assholes. So my fairly low-stress weekend hanging out with loved ones has become stressful with the addition of two canines.
Ugh, I wish some people weren’t flakes.
(The reason they’re not staying with my brother is because he’s gone to Philly for the weekend to see my mom, and he originally planned on leaving them at home with one of his girlfriends friends to dog sit, and said friend ended up being a huge flake and bailed at the last possible minute.)
I must have had a lobotomy to have thought of doing this.
Men are natural warriors, but a woman in battle is truly bloodthirsty.