Lucy, I'm Home

This is Lucy, my new dog. Isn't she cute? She follows me around my house in Lawrence, Kansas and -- what's that? Sorry, I can't hear you over the melodic wind chimes. This isn't my house? Oh, right, I live in Sherman Oaks. Good looking out for the SJG. And wait, did you just say Lucy isn't my dog? Lucy belongs to the Hamiltons? Oh, okay. I forgot. It's just that she's so fluffy and portable. She hops on the sofa next to me and -- what's that? Remember Dusty, the 12-year-old pup you think you gave birth to, but let's face it, that would've been a really trippy pregnancy? Okay, so, to review: This is Lucy, Cathy's dog. This isn't my house, but Cathy & Co. have made me feel so much at home, I got a little confused. It happens. Good thing I'm going back to my real home tomorrow, just when I've finally adjusted to the time change and can get farmisht all over again.