Why, Mickey, Why?

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I have a chance to go to Disneyworld in two weeks.

I've sort of turned it down.

Alan and I haven't been on a vacation in years. He's been telling me for months that we're going to go to Florida and spend a week just doing Disney things, or just whatever strikes our fancy.

So, he has to go to Orlando for the office kickoff conference. He doesn't really get why I don't want to turn my week's vacation into a two day addendum to his work trip.

Beyond that, I'm not sure I can find someone to take the dogs on such short notice. I was going to ask my brother-in-law to house/dog sit.

Then at my nephews' birthday party, my sister-in-law told me a charming story about what happened to the last dog he took care of for someone.

Let's just say... I think not. I can't trust him not to do something just... stupid.

By the way? You don't tie an 8 week old puppy to a tree and then leave for several hours. He's just damned lucky that the dog wasn't dead when he got back... though from what I understand, 5 more minutes and the pup would have been.

Ugh.

Anyway, yeah. Much angst and personal drama. Woe.

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*grumps for you*

Kennels... Even dogs like to go on holiday, you know.

But darn the husband for wanting you to tag along o' his work.