I never even mentioned the fact that we were dogsitting a baby German Shepherd this weekend.

Her name is Wendy and she's supposedly 5 months old. I don't buy that. I think she's closer to 9 or 10 months old, and I'm an expert at both German Shepherds and puppies, so.

She drove me around in the rain and then took her hands off the wheel and I screamed and yelled because my life was ending and she was like, "chill, girl. We're cool."