So, I love Marc’s sister Sylvia (Sya affectionately) and am thrilled that she and her husband Jim have moved here to Phoenix recently.  Having said that, I do not share those same feelings for their dog.  Those of you that know me, I mean REALLY know me, know that I am not what you would call an “animal person”.   In fact, I dare say that I don’t like animals (you can send the hate mail to my mother).  Yes, they are God’s creatures and do many wonderful things for humankind, yaddah, yaddah, yaddah.  Still, I prefer people.  Anyway, the reason for this post is to give you all a good chuckle on my account.  Sylv and Jim were kind enough to come by and visit last night with dinner (gotta love that Peter Piper).  Unfortunately they brought more than dinner with them.  In Sylvia’s arms when we opened the door was Myles (or Miles, I don’t know how they spell their dog’s name).  Since I was not raised with dogs, I know nothing about breeds.  I just know that her dog is cute to look at.  It is white, small, and furry.  Also, if you don’t know, my children have adopted my fear and disdain for dogs (sorry kids, I didn’t do it on purpose).  After holding the dog for a while Sylvia put him down.  We couldn’t put him out back because half of our fence fell down in the last big monsoon storm and our yard is one with our neighbors’ yard.  As soon as the dog was released from Sylvia’s arms,  all chaos erupted in our home.  The kids screamed and tried to run away from this yapping beast.  This must have frightened the pup because it decided to run over on my rug right in front of the couch where I sat feeding my new baby and threw up.  Yes, the dog got sick right in the center of my living room.  It then proceeded quickly to the dining area of our kitchen while Sylvia screamed, yelled at the dog, apologized to me and threw her hands in the air as she scurried to find some cleaning supplies.  While in the kitchen the dog then pooped on our tile, not one poop, but about four or five decent sized droppings.  Sylvia was beside herself and I was speechless.  Sylvia cleaned up the mess and then the dog was quickly escorted outside and ended up on a leash in our backyard for the rest of the evening.  Wow, those Guzman’s really know how to shake things up!  Sylvia and Jim, you both are invited back anytime you would like to come and visit, but I must firmly disinvite your doggy to our home indefinitely.  🙂