Hello, Winstonians! As many of my readers know, I took a trip up to the “big city” with my pets. My grandpets got hitched and guess who wasn’t invited to the ceremony? Me! Yep, you read that right. I was, however, left in a giant house with no supervision and 6 furry friends so we’ll just call it even… I may have piddled on various pieces of furniture throughout the house, but that’s nothing compared to what I did the night before! Let’s recap the evening of February 21st, 2012. My pets and I drove up to the big city at 11pm, so it was very late when we arrived. I was so excited to see my canine cousins that I couldn’t even bear to be without them for one more second. At approximately 3am, my pets corralled me in a bedroom and attempted to get me to sleep with them. Frances, the Cock-a-Poo, was laying right outside the bedroom door, taunting me to ditch the pets and come play with the rest of the pups. I whimpered continuously until my pets finally felt it necessary to kick me out. That’s when the real party began… I didn’t get one wink of sleep! I would go into detail, but let’s just say that what happens in Glendale, stays in Glendale! BEST DAY EVER!


