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Ryan and I took our first mini-vacation since getting Rusty, and left him with Ryan's mom and her 7 1/2 month old something-poo, Bailey. They get on swimmingly, although Russ has definitely outgrown Bailey, and is now twice his size.

I missed him terribly, but was confident he would have a great time, and wear himself ragged playing with Bailey. I was more worried about the sanity of Ryan's folks, having two pups tearing around the house, rolling around, biting and humping each other. It would drive me a bit insane, but they survived well, even though Russ got a bit of diaherra (okay a lot of diaherra the whole weekend, apparently). Ryan's mom thinks it was because he missed us and was a bit stressed out. He ate all the same food at the same time, and didn't get into any of Bailey's food, so I'm just not sure. He may have overeaten a bit, as many people think if he is still begging for food he must be hungry. This is not the case. My dog would literally eat until his innards exploded. Which may have been the diaherra.

Oh, pet ownership, an exercise in cleaning things up. Paw prints, nose prints, diaherra, cat hairballs, cat litter. My life is a mass of fluids lately. Yesterday, Ryan was cleaning some hairball off the chair and complaining about all the smells and cleanups in our house of late. I reminded him it would be 1,000 times worse with a kid, and he responded: "You'll notice I've stopped mentioning the kid thing.... there is a reason for that."

Phew. Crisis averted there.
More to write later.
I believe there are cupcakes in my midst. Must go investigate.