The Great Gatsby Goes to a Sitter

Over the weekend, I went to visit friends in Kansas City, which meant Gatsby went to visit friends who offered to dog-sit. It was his first time staying somewhere that isn’t Grandma’s house, and I was pretty nervous. Not to worry–aside from cat-poop and cat-food eating, chasing around the cat, passive-aggressively pooping on the carpet, and getting into a newly painted fence…

Oh, who am I kidding. My friends will never have him back again…

Sorry mom...I tried...

Sorry mom…I tried…

 

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