Bad bad bad bad news!!! Uncle Andrew became available so Brian is taking the girls over there as we speak! I had no time to prepare and I'm very nervous that they'll either run away, or choke and die. Plus, our neighbor made it "all better" by telling me a story about how when he first left his dogs, one jumped through a window, and the others escaped after a storm knocked open the door! Any words of support or reassurance, or GOOD stories about your first time away from your furry kids, would be very very welcome right now.
Our flight to Tampa leaves at 8 am tomorrow morning. This is going to be a six-beer night for me if I'm going to be dealing with this! (And no pugs to want to lick the bottle... WAAAAAA!)