Our dog is ruined (and other vacation side effects).

If you’ve read this little blog for any amount of time, you’ve probably figured out that I love traveling.

Like, LOVE traveling.

As in, I’d rather travel almost any day of the year than stay at home. 

But, even though I love almost every single thing about a good trip, there are some negative… shall we say… side effects of a vacation.


  • Exhaustion / travel hangover – this usually takes me two days to recover from. For a few days after a vacation I feel like doing absolutely nothing.
  • Less money – I’ve never once come back from vacation richer than when I left.
  • Jet lag – luckily, I don’t usually even notice jet lag unless the time difference is a difference over 5 hours. And honestly, if my body wakes me up earlier than usual, I’m all for it! However, that also  means I get tired earlier than usual, and ain’t nobody got time for that!
  • Missing out on things happening at home – occasionally I suffer from FOMO (fear of missing out) syndrome. Thankfully, this last trip was the exception, but usually I feel like everyone schedules every awesome event for when the Husband and I are out of town!

But the worst thing about leaving for an extended vacation is…

  • Our ruined dog that we come home to


Let me tell you, Oz (our little Monster) has been out of control since we picked him up from ‘Human Grandma’s’ house on Sunday. And by ‘out of control’ I mean that he is horribly off schedule.

The last few days he has woken me up at 6:30am. I have no idea what this little man dog thought was going to happen at that hour, but let me tell you, he was mistaken.

Well, I guess he was kind of mistaken… of course I was guilted into waking up (each time) and walking downstairs to feed him. I’m pretty sure at this point I’m just enforcing this bad early rising behavior.


Then, he sleeps all day long until about 3pm, when he decides he needs to run around the house like a maniac and also eat dinner (simultaneously). 

This household does not eat dinner at 3pm, nor do we feed Oz at this hour. I mean, who does he think he’s living with?!

See this face?! He does this intentionally to make me feel guilty about ‘starving’ him.

And it’s not just his eating schedule that’s all messed up.

Evidently he’s forgotten that he has walked around the same block for years and has already smelled every single blade of grass, because he is on a mission to re-smell EVERYTHING within a 5 block radius of our house.

And there are oh-so-many things to smell.

And dogs to bark at.

And strollers to lunge at.

I mean, it’s embarrassing (for me, that is – he could care less at the scenes he causes).

I have no idea what my mom did to this little guy, but I’m pretty sure it involved waking up early, going to bed early, eating at ridiculous times, and entertaining him endlessly with walks and outdoor time and toys…

If you ask me, she’s taking her ‘grandma’ title a little too seriously with this dog of ours.

I just hope he snaps out of this soon and goes back to his ‘sleeping until noon’ ways. I liked my lazy dog and I want him back, darnit!

I can only imagine what would happen to actual children if I left them with my family for a few nineteen days.

Certainly it would end in disaster.

Not that I’m not grateful for the free doggy-care, because obviously I am.

Just not at 6:30 in the morning when my used-to-be late rising dog is furiously licking my face.

Cheers to getting back to normalcy!

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