Lola's Daddy and Sadie's parents will be home in exactly 8 hours. Not that I'm counting down or anything. I love both puppies dearly, but at 11 weeks and 14 weeks, I can't handle the 2-on-1 for much longer. I can't wait for someone else to watch the little terrors while I take the most epic nap in the history of the world.
Needless to say, I haven't been cooking ANYTHING since Wednesday. If I tried, one of them would probably take a flying leap into the oven when I wasn't looking. Thankfully, its restaurant week in my city, so I've been able to throw them pups in their crates for a couple of hours (I can't hear them howl if I'm not home!) and have a nice meal (and some much needed WINE) with friends a couple of times. I've indulged in seafood cakes, scallops with truffle oil, key lime pie, the best leg of lamb I've ever had, and bourbon bread pudding. So there is a silver lining to my long (oh so long) weekend.
Here are the furry terrors. They look cute, right? Mmm hmmm. Want to babysit? We're going to the beach in June and there are no dogs allowed!