Apparently, the two ran around bat shit for most of the weekend. (I heard rumor of a poop-eating situation, which is so gross that I'm choosing to block it from my memory. Luckily, it did NOT involve my dog.)
But this is what I came home to. Poor thing was WIPED.
I really tried to get her to play, but she didn't even have the energy to half-ass it. This was the best I got.
Can't you hear her now:
"For the love of GOD woman, can't you just let me SLEEP without throwing some damn squeaky monkey in my general direction? Now go the hell away."