She's on her way to Vermont, and I really, really need a nap. Fucking 6am on a Saturday morning!?! What the deuce?!

Pug people, I tell you. There was some old hippie chick at the meet-up planning to stuff shaking, out-of-her-mind anxious Zoey with "herbal sedatives." And I was like, dude, what the hell is that? What's in them? Because if it ain't Xanax, she ain't interested.

Poor little dog. I hope she winds up happy and safe. When I turned to leave she tried to break free and run after me, and I felt terrible for leaving her. Even though I know she'll be much happier in the Vermont weather, with her new family. It's just that I can't explain any of that to her.