Although I was up at Lake Tahoe last week--where the Wild Child lives--I never got to see her. Why? She's on a 10-day kayaking trip around the lake; she left last Wednesday morning. And before that? She spent Tuesday driving down to our house to drop off her dog Rocky, shop for her trip, and drive back to Tahoe. So, you guessed it--yep, we're dog sitting!
Rocky's made himself at home and seems quite happy.
Yesterday, Hubby put Rocky out on the patio and the next time he walked by, Rocky was sitting in that same chair, but he was sitting up straight and tall instead of curled up and half laying down. What a funny sight!
While I was at quilt camp, Rocky kept Hubby company except on Thursday night when Soccer Son came over and "borrowed" him for the night. Quite frankly, although Rocky is a sweetheart and just about the best behaved dog I've ever met, I wouldn't be disappointed if Soccer Son wanted to "borrow" him until the Wild Child comes to pick him up on Saturday.
You see, the one flaw Rocky has is that he drools--all the time and quite a lot. It's so bad, in fact, that I call him the Drooling Dog rather than Rocky. When he was younger, he was so spoiled, he'd fuss and cry when we'd try to keep him outside, so we'd have to put up with him drooling all over the house. Now dog sitting him is a little easier--although he still comes inside for awhile, most of the time he's happy enough out in the backyard, and he sleeps in our garage at night. Of course, when he's in the house, we keep a drool rag handy.
This morning when I was getting ready for work, I went out to the garage to get a pair of pants out of the laundry basket. The first pair I pulled out had dried drool on them. So did the second pair, but not as bad--just a little bit on the leg. Good thing I was able to clean them up! Hubby thinks it's pretty funny; he said Rocky was tossing a pig's ear around last night and it landed in the basket; Hubby took a look but I guess the drool wasn't very obvious until it dried.
Saturday can't come too soon.