How not to have a party

Does she look traumatized?

Last night we attempted to have a low-key Oscar party, but as they often do at Casa Perez, things just went wrong, wrong, wrong. First off we invited our friends to bring their very well-behaved golden retriever in the hopes that Nutty would start to be socialized and learn how to behave. Fat chance. When said golden retriever arrived, Nutty screamed bloody murder, jumped off the couch and ran to our bedroom. I found her shaking in the corner surrounded by bloody paw prints.

I'm totally not kidding.

Turns out she got caught on the couch and broke one of her toenails. It only took three of us to clean up all the blood and bandage her. Not really the best scene to have your guests arrive to. Then the pizza caught on fire because or oven was too small for the Take and Bake.

Cue smoke detector.

So great for my skittish puppies nerves! We solved that bump in the road by hanging a sweater on the smoke detector. Did I mention it started raining and both the TV signal and the internet crapped out? So, yeah, Oscar party without Oscars. Or... totally normal disaster of a night we Arnold, Emily and Nutty.

But you know what, our friends are too much fun! We still had a blast hanging out and eating our mostly not-burnt pizza. Gotta roll with the punches, right?

Posted on February 23, 2009 and filed under Livin la Vida Loca.