That's also what
Lucky for us, B and I have a slew of road trips under our belts and about 25 cachillion hours of living-out-of-the-car experience. Like that time we went camping in New Zealand
It's also a good thing that B and I actually like going on road trips. We like spending the entire days in the car, calling out funny bumper stickers, solving vanity lcns pl8 pzzls, and pressing our unwashed feet against the windshield. Except for that time
We like turning the radio up, and we get a certain satisfaction every time we pass another state line. Spending all that time in the car gives us time to think about things we normally don't have time for. Like what our next love letter to Paul Rudd should say.
The only difference this year is we have one more thing to take care of before we head south. And it drools.
And every time we do leave him he goes all SHKJSYZK I'm gonna rip the crap out of this book and chew the crap out of this shoe and eat the crap out of this trash and maybe even poop in the tub. But tub pooping aside, Hurley needs a home for five days.
The last time B and I were out of town, Hurley stayed with my parents. But since he allegedly unwrapped hundreds of dollars of Christmas presents, and allegedly knocked the Christmas tree over, and allegedly ate all of the Christmas plants, they're all like your dog is out of control. I'm not sayin' he didn't do it, I'm just sayin' he never ate my Christmas plants.
Anyway, it's pretty obvious Hurley is going to have to spend five days in
That's where you come in (not you, mom). Does anyone know of any good kennels (or better yet, dog sitters) in the Philadelphia area where dogs are given ample fresh air, grass, and play time? Please halp! Tweet