Little Lu is coming over tonight -- from now through Sunday, I'll be taking care of her while Mommy Ang has a blast in Vegas.
How's it gonna go? Lu and I are totally in love, but I've never been responsible for taking her outside, cleaning up her shit, keeping her entertained and keeping her safe. The horror of it all is that she's not a sleeper like I am. Ang says Lu sleeps better when she's in the bed rather than her crate, so I say, come on in, little one! Whatever will give me another hour of drowsy bliss.
So, we'll see how this turns out. All I know is if I can't handle Baby Lu for four days, I can't handle my own dog, period. It will be an eye-opening experience either way. Stay tuned...
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First babysit Lulu, then you can have Hannity, then you can take Opie.
If you can survive Opie and Hannity you can survive the apocalypse.
When people say their kids are their pets, it's no joke. LOL. I look forward to hearing what happens.
That face could stop traffic with sheer adorableness. Good luck with her!
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