My furry baby is as wigged out about the arrival of the hairless baby as I am. Look at this place. Are we ready? Please! I guess we could put baby in the corner, on the balance ball maybe? Whether or not she's mimicing my mood, Doodle can't get a grip on the chaos. Sitting atop the bookcase as uncomfortable as can be, longing for normalcy. The normal show's over, Dood.