We just had a busy, busy weekend with my wife’s family Christmas. My in-law’s were hosting it, but we had some of the spill over of my wife’s cousins. It was an extremely fun weekend, but bed at 3am was a killer.
Kelly got fed a 1/4 lb piece of butter by one of the little kids, so there was extra fun of vomit clean up all Saturday night – but she was well behaved enough when we went to bed that she managed a night with her crate open without an accident – at least till the morning when she got told to shut up for barking at the hot water heating pipes expanding when she squatted from anxiety.



