Here's hoping the travel gods and goddesses smile on me. No lost luggage (almost always happens), no missed connections, no flat tires on my rental car, and for heaven's sakes, not another pat-down like I got in the Bahamas. I guess I look like a drug smuggler or something, because the other two people picked were Rastafarians. That woman got so up and personal with me I think she knew my name and address and if I was ovulating or not.
Have a great weekend, y'all, and there will absolutely be pictures when I get back. Squeeeeee!
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Good luck! Kiss them ALL for me (the pups, not the people). Do you get to bring one home with you, if all goes well?
See you tomorrow night, Liz. Cannot wait for a puppy-breath overdose.
Shoot! I didn't even think about offering to loan you the 'fits under the seat' puppy carrier we have from Bogey's homecoming. You'll have a great time.
No, no puppy is coming home this weekend...I'll explain more about that next week when I get back. So excited though, all I dreamed about last night were puppies! (I need professional help.)
Well, then - I certainly have either a Sherpa-type bag or a small crate you can borrow, should you need one, when the time comes.
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