After a weekend of over-thinking all kinds of doggie decisions, Zack and I returned to our house yesterday afternoon to find that we’d inadvertently locked Cruz the Cat in Katy’s room for over 48 hours. Oops.

Friday before we left, I made sure that his litter box was out, his time-release feeder was full, and that there were little water bowls all over the house for his drinking pleasure. Then I left all the doors upstairs open so he could have free reign over the house, never mind the fact that he most always sleeps exclusively in Katy’s room. And then Zack came around behind me and shut all the doors upstairs so he wouldn’t get cat fur all over everything. Awesome.

Usually we wouldn’t have had to worry about all this, since Katy doesn’t mind feeding Cruz and letting him out when he needs to potty and/or prowl the neighborhood. But Katy is currently on vacation in Chicago with a friend, and Cruz was home alone all weekend. Home alone and STARVING AND ANGRY. I feel like a total animal-parent failure now. Luckily, Cruz seems to have a short memory and isn’t too mad that we locked him up, instead he is THRILLED that we rescued him from his very large, foodless cage.

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Travelling with Scout was easier than I would have guessed it to be. We threw her in the back of the Xterra with a blanket and she slept the whole way there and the whole way back. Glad to finally be home, we put her in the backyard where we don’t have to worry about her every move. Then this morning I let her inside the house to see that her front paws were caked in mud. Walked outside to see that my dog has really been effected by all the “green” commercials on TV, and wants us to have our own garden. That’s the only reason I can think of as to why she TILLED A GARDEN IN THE BACKYARD THIS MORNING. Guess I better go get some Okra seeds. I wonder if she’ll weed the garden for me, too.