…our companions for the past week [we were dog-sitting].
On the left: Daisy. She is a very sweet dog. She is not, however, the world’s smartest animal. On our first night at her house, we woke at 4 a.m. to the sounds of crinkling and thumping. When I went downstairs to investigate, I found Daisy careening around the kitchen with a potato chip bag stuck on her head, bumping into the cabinets.
On the right: George. George is a more sedate dog than Daisy as a rule, except that all other dogs are Mortal Enemies and Must Be Devoured. This makes walks with George very interesting [and something of an upper body workout–although he makes up for it by pulling you along so that the walking itself is no work at all].
George was sad that his owners were gone.
Daisy, by contrast, didn’t even notice. By about day three, they were both following me around and acting obsequious–I assume that is because I was in charge of their food and walks.
They were great with the kids [which is a good thing because Daisy was on thin ice after she ate 2/3 of a jar of peanut butter in the middle of the night–how is it possible that she can’t get her head out of a potato chip bag, but she can open a jar of peanut butter?]. Mary and Wesley both loved them, as you can see from this jumble o’ kids and dogs [please ignore the fact that I am making a face like a war refugee–it had been a long day]:
Wesley was also obsessed with Nemo, the misanthropic cat–we tried to get him to leave Nemo alone, but there was no telling him what to do. [Yes, it’s true. My response to “Hey, Wesley’s poking an animal who doesn’t like to be poked and has teeth and claws–better get the camera!”]
“I will catch you yet, Nemo my nemesis!”
A few other photos:
Wesley, looking like Conor in his bleariest moments:
And more awake later:
And possessively caressing Mary’s bottle while drinking his own:
Mary modeling the hat I made her [it is a birthday present; luckily, by September she will have forgotten that it exists]:
Mary, at the beach, looking very focused and yet out of focus:
And, finally, home again–Wesley says, “At last! Home sweet porch!”