: Actually, hate is not a strong enough word. I loathe packing.
: What’s so hawd abowt it? Twow in my favowite squeakies and a chew bone and you awe done.
: Who said you’re going?
: Who said I’m nawt?
: I think someone is in denial?
: We’ew going to Egypt?!
(Sorry… Had to.)
: No… Um… No. I’m going to Florida, you’re staying here.
: I tink dat’s wong.
: Noooo… Anyway. Packing. Lame. If I could afford it, I would leave everything here and buy clothes when I get there. Screw packing. And paying the airline $45 to carry a bag I have to bring… You know, so I’m not naked.
: Ew.
: Exactly.
So as you can see, I’m going on vacation. Mom, Dad, the boyfriend and I are heading to Florida for a wee bit of fun in the sun. Specifically Disney. Because that’s awesome. This will be my 17th trip, since I was three–
: And how many times have I been dere? Nevew… Dis is a pwobwem…
: You got to go to that really fun dog kennel during one of our trips– And, and you know you love your dogsitter so you can stay at home with your babies now.
: You wouldn’t wet me sweep on de bed for a week aftew dat! You said I was too stinky. And is dis doggysittew going to bwing me squeakies?
: Well, you were pretty gross after that– and no, Richard is not going to bring you squeakies.
: Den he can’t come ovew.
: Would you like to starve, because you know you can’t get your kibble out by yourself and Yuri wouldn’t do it even if he could… So…
: I forgetted dat pawt.
: Yeah.
So, yes. We’re down to the wire in the packing department and here I am procrastinating… Again.
I can't make up my mind on what to bring!
I’m sure somewhere my mother is saying “I can help you with that!”, since I clearly have no talent in packing, whatsoever. I kind of just fold it haphazardly and go “meh, it’s good” when in reality, I could be utilizing my suitcase space, much more efficiently. Mom sees it as a game of Tetris, I see it as Universal Chaos. So, I’m sure, in the course of the next few hours, my suitcase will be organized, looked at by mom and reorganized, several times before we actually leave. I’ve also noticed how little help I’m getting:
What?
I’m sensing a little bitterness on a certain blond dog’s part. She knows I’m packing to leave and she is definitely not happy about it.
: Woold you be if you had to spend de week wif Yuri– by yowself?! He bweaks my squeakies and den WAFS about it!
: He’s not that bad. Besides, you pretty much ruined your last squeaky, he just helped finish the job.
: …
: Right. Terrible idea to defend Yuri. Bad human, bad.
Why yes, I am watching a YouTube video of David Bowie and Bing Crosby singing "Little Drummer Boy" on Crosby's Christmas Special, because I am *that* desperate to not look at this suitcase.
I rest my case.
So, in case any of you are wondering, I probably won’t be posting any time soon. Faith would do it, but 1.) I’m afraid she’d smash the keyboard and 2.) Well, the spacebar is a bit tricky, with her not having thumbs and such. I’ll miss my puppies a bunch while we’re gone and although I know Yuri could care less, I’m positive Faith will be sitting by the door until we return. She’s just that kind of dog. I know she’ll be taken care of though and I’m looking forward to some relaxation with my other favorite non-fuzzy friends! Hope I don’t burst into flame in the sun like I normally do. Being a red head can be dangerous sometimes!
It's going to be worth it though!
Until then!
~Jaina & Faith
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