We knew something was going on because Emma spent the entire evening cleaning up the house.. .

Well, well, well. Kelly—Emma’s Michigan bestie—finally rolled out of bed like a diva emerging from hibernation. She wandered into the living room with bed hair and big energy, puffing on what I think was a cigar (but might’ve been one of those fancy incense sticks). We had a quick eye-to-eye. She gave me a head pat. Then, just like that, she disappeared back into her blanket cocoon. I guess last night took it out of her too. Same, girl. Same.

So, what happened last night, you ask?

Not much... except EVERYTHING.

Emma went into full-on whirlwind mode. Cleaning, fluffing pillows, lighting candles like someone important was coming. She even took Chewy and me for a suspiciously timed walk—late. Like, post-dinner, post-dignity late. She fed us late too! It was giving: “I’m distracted and nervous,” and we dogs know that vibe well.

Then came Kelly and Carmon, sweeping in like they were filming the season finale of “The Real Besties of Michigan.” Emma? She panicked. She gave Chewy a Xanax. Yes, again. And Chewy? Well, that boy turns into a circus act when he's medicated. He starts doing this slo-mo prance like he's starring in his own dream ballet. Then the CBD came out, the lick mats hit the floor, and I thought, “Okay, so now we’re those dogs.”

Chewy finally flopped down around 11, all googly-eyed and full of peanut butter. Emma looked like she’d run a marathon of hospitality and passed out right after. I held my post on the couch like a professional.

Now it’s morning, and the humans are off to see Reefer Madness: The Musical. Seriously? That’s their big plan? Meanwhile, we’re back home guarding the house, managing our blood sugar, and making sure the birds don’t overthrow the backyard. It’s not easy being the emotional backbone of this household.

I’m still dreaming of California, by the way. The land of organic treats, year-round sunshine, and possibly a surfboard with my name on it.

But for now, I’m holding it down in Indiana.

Peanut

(Self-appointed Concierge, Evening Watchdog, Aspirational West Coaster) 🐾