The Award for the "Worst Dog Alive" goes to....

My older brother, Andrew, has sadly been very sick this week with his Crohn's Disease. ERGO: Mama and Daddy Leister fled to Connecticut to visit the sickly one in the hospital on Thursday and I was asked to take care of the dog.

Becky is her name. My smelly, obnoxious, 11 year-old Border Terrier with tons of attitude. She's a total attention whore. I had to pick her up Thursday and drive her to my apartment so she could spent the night w/ me and my good friend Traci. WELL: taking Becky anywhere in the car is like dealing with a screaming infant. She cries the entire ride and always opens the windows with her paws making me, the driver, a frantic, nervous wreck.

Devil dog whined and barked several times during the night whenever she heard someone outside my apartment door. All the new smells and people made her hyper and antsy as hell. It was a nightmare.

BUT: The worst thing Becky did happened last night. I had driven her back to my parent's house and was eagerly waiting for Brian to come over and keep me company. He got to the house around 9:30 and we hopped onto my family's comfy blue-suede couch to watch a movie. Things went quiet for a few seconds, and then he said... "Umm, is your dog peeing?"

YES, Becky peed on our basement carpet, IN FRONT OF BRIAN! OH-MY-FREAKING-GOD! I could have killed her, I was so embarrassed. Becky really helped set the mood. (Brian was a great sport though, laughing at me as I cleaned it up haha)... But you can BET that animal isn't getting any cookies for weeks!

Also... before I left my apartment, I found this adorable note on the kitchen fridge! (I wonder who it's from?)