Thanks for the well wishes. You know some people have kids, we have dogs...
We had a dog emergency tonight. The boys are afraid of smoke, so they are just beside themselves when H starts grilling. H had them locked inside, but when dinner started Rocket came sneaking into the living room. He wouldn't come when called and H caught him trying to slip behind the couch. As soon as H picked him up, Rocket turned into a fountain. He peed as H ran with him all the way back the kitchen. Then H dropped him on his bed, where he finished the job... He made a huge puddle in the middle of his bed and then sat in it shaking with terror. The poor guy has never had the gift of letting us know when he needed to go out, but with the smoke he probably didn't want to go out either. With all of the subsequent yelling and carrying on, the poor guy just couldn't win either way. It took hours to get him calmed down again, but he is now clean, dry and reassured that H still loves him. Some days I wish I were a dog.
