No time to write tonight because the “kids” are back. Doggie Day Care commenced at 5am this morning. Hanni had a business trip and B is working two jobs. It was too long a day for Chuck,Thelma and Gaia to spend alone. If you haven’t already met the pack, read Unending Doggie Day Care.
Alice welcomed them with a snarl, she was just finishing her breakfast (we have a quiet routine that revolves around Alice in the morning) and Thelma respectfully backed off. A thunderstorm rolled through at 7am and the deluge chased everyone off the deck but Gaia. The perennial kid, she raced in and out, finally sprawling outside, tongue lolling, on the wet cushions.
All day I feared the worst; Gaia would be missing, the couch would be in shreds, pillows would be emptied of their feathers, and the glass coffee table would be shattered into deadly shards as one of the four bled out on my carpet. I envisioned a disemboweled Skeedles Cat and antique furniture sporting teeth marks.
It rained off and on all day at work. From sweltering sun to dark, rumbling storms, I thought of them alone in the house.
At the end of the day, I walked in to find the frenzy of four dogs happy to see me. Nothing else was amiss. A quick check of the yard produced a slightly mauled chipmunk, but my cat Skeedles was most likely to blame as her preferred prey is small rodents. Nuts to You was a good example of our disagreement on “offerings.”
I suspected those were dog footprints on the round, glass-topped table. Later, glancing out the window, my suspicions were confirmed. Crisis Averted, not worth arguing about…