Bipolar me

Hello!


Yeah yeah, I know, I'm bipolar right? Well get used to it...

So here we are 2866 km away (1781 miles) from Las Vegas and I'm getting pushed around by a little pipsqueak who wants me to call the dog hotel and find out how Olivia is doing! Really? I told her that these places were specialized on taking care of dogs, I suggested this place to my ex-boss because they care about the animals. In the morning they go out to do their numero 1 and their numero 2, then they have breakfast, then they take them out to play, around noon they put them back in the cage where they rest a bit. In the afternoon is more or less the same procedure, the dogs are fine. But here you have a 13-year-old kid who's bossing me around asking me to call the dog hotel! Well I put my foot down and told her "NO!" I wasn't going to call the place and speak with them regarding Olivia, they're going to think I'm a fruitcake. Take my word for it I told her, the dog is fine, if there was any problem with her they would have called me by now. So we hung up the phone, she was all sad that she wasn't going to hear about Olivia and that I was a bad guy. Well guess what? The bad guy called the hotel and they told me my dog was fine, she bugged a lot but she was really playful... I wonder if I should give Caesar a call... Dumb kid...


Take care folks!