No word of a lie, it was indeed an interesting week.
I’m now on a doggie hiatus, having been relieved of my duties by “Mr. P,” who returned from the north just in time to save me from “Little Miss Goes Berserk.”
And as “Pepe” and “Bear” piled into my boyfriend’s truck and took up their travel positions, a part of me wished the dogs would stay another week, maybe two.
But then I slapped myself across the face—twice—and repeated the words uttered by Cher in the 1987 movie “Moonstruck.”
“SNAP OUT OF IT!”