Rough night

I think I am hung over.
When Mommy went out this weekend, I decided that Bella, my friend, and I should get into the trash. Not going to lie, it was my idea, but the bacon greased paper towel in the trash was far to much for me to handle. I realized if I took the entire trash bag out of the can, then I could drag it into the great room and even pull some food into the carpeted study so I could comfortably lay down and inspect all the contents of the trash. It was so much easier to do with Bella helping me. She was a reluctant co-conspirator, but you know what a little peer pressure can do. Once we were done eating the trash, we were thirsty, and I am so over water. Mommy had this awesome Sour Apple Vodka in the dining room on the lowest shelf. Man, that stuff smelled great and between Bella and I we were able to gnaw the cap off. There was an accident-vodka did go all over the hard wood floor but luckily between the two of us, we were able to lick it all up. Delicious!
HOWEVER-about 45 minutes later I passed out on the table on the patio. Mommy and her friend thought that was a great time to give Bella and me baths with the hose in the backyard. Talk about punishment. They kept saying that we were like teenagers that could not be left alone. Can't a guy get some peace? Needless to say, I have been bumping into things, and not really interested in the kibble. It was a rough night and did not get much sleep. Bella seems fine but like I have mentioned-she's not little like me. Maybe she has more experience in the party scene than I do. Long weekend and of course Mommy is working from home on those damn conference calls-reverberating on the speaker phone. And not helping my spiliting headache.
No worries, there is a bottle of rum still down there if things get boring again.