WHAT was I thinking?
It's a lot like having twins, only I can't put Pampers on one, and I can't put the other one in a crate for 2 hours and leave. They are similarly mobile and verbal, and they're both teething.
She ate through the zipper on her crate, so I had to send BJ to Walmart to get another one.
The vet's instructions (new vet in the practice, couldn't get in to see the old one soon enough) today were COMPLETELY unclear with regards to poop samples and parasites. I think they may have lost the poop sample I took in this morning prior to our appointment, which is uncool. No one should have to do that twice. Poor BJ. So now I'm paranoid that the puppy is giving the kids worms (because new vet mentioned it at least 4 times - way to help with my anxiety, doc!).
Oh, and when they tried to put us in room 2 today, the same room we were in when we found out Max was dying, I started bawling.
I am such a grown up.
It rained all day, and the only thing worse than house breaking is house breaking when it's raining.
And my Twitter account got hacked.
How was YOUR day?