Hound Friends

Finn is asking Santa for two dogs for Christmas.

Emily and Jerad had plans galore for the weekend and since we are currently pet-less (since the demise of Abby's fish, Rainbow two years ago!), we offered to keep the hound friends for an over-night on Saturday.  It was definitely an experience in dog-ownership...I pointed out to Uriah how easy the dogs were to take care of...how well behaved they were, how little they barked and how well they slept.  Uriah said it's a testament to how well these two dogs have been trained and a puppy would require lots of traning to become as easy-going as Gus and Ruby.  And then he pointed out that he was the one who went downstairs to check and make sure they weren't barking at Saturday night.  And he was the one who let them out to potty at 7:15 Sunday morning.  All while I stayed in the cozy comfort of our bed.

Minor details.

It was a beautiful weekend, so they spent some quality time in the back yard.  They chased squirrels and each other.  They met the pugs next door.  Gus only barked at those little dogs once, and I think he put the fear of God into them, because things have been awfully quite on their side of the fence.  Gus escaped into another neighbor's yard three times, while Ruby ran up and down the fence line in a panic until he came back over.  They only tried to get on the couch once, and after I scolded them (and scared Finn in the process) they stayed on the floor.  I don't think they wanted the baby to cry again.  They guarded the door when Uriah came home.  They did bark at him, but only a little, then they licked his hands and pants (probably because he smelled like delicious food!).

Ruby sniffed Finn and then wanted nothing to do with him.  I think his size and his squeaky voice grated on her nerves.  Gus believed he'd found his new BFF.  He's probably going to be asking Santa for a Finn of his own.

Pay no attention to the fact that my hair has not been combed for approximately a decade.  Sunday morning, friends, is a time of relaxing and coffee and enjoying the balmy 65-degree November air.  I did not want to waste my morning with a shower.  Clearly.

Also, pay even less attention to the doggie slobber on the window.  This is the price that you must pay to have four-legged babysitters.  Finn liked his hound friends on the other side of the window, by the way.  He was entertained for about 15 minutes...just long enough for me to take a shower!
 

Someday we will add some 4-legged friends to our house.  In the meantime, we will gladly watch Gus and Ruby any time!  Mostly because I've never had a cleaner kitchen floor.  Or a cleaner baby.

Finn is asking Santa for two dogs for Christmas.

Emily and Jerad had plans galore for the weekend and since we are currently pet-less (since the demise of Abby's fish, Rainbow two years ago!), we offered to keep the hound friends for an over-night on Saturday.  It was definitely an experience in dog-ownership...I pointed out to Uriah how easy the dogs were to take care of...how well behaved they were, how little they barked and how well they slept.  Uriah said it's a testament to how well these two dogs have been trained and a puppy would require lots of traning to become as easy-going as Gus and Ruby.  And then he pointed out that he was the one who went downstairs to check and make sure they weren't barking at Saturday night.  And he was the one who let them out to potty at 7:15 Sunday morning.  All while I stayed in the cozy comfort of our bed.

Minor details.

It was a beautiful weekend, so they spent some quality time in the back yard.  They chased squirrels and each other.  They met the pugs next door.  Gus only barked at those little dogs once, and I think he put the fear of God into them, because things have been awfully quite on their side of the fence.  Gus escaped into another neighbor's yard three times, while Ruby ran up and down the fence line in a panic until he came back over.  They only tried to get on the couch once, and after I scolded them (and scared Finn in the process) they stayed on the floor.  I don't think they wanted the baby to cry again.  They guarded the door when Uriah came home.  They did bark at him, but only a little, then they licked his hands and pants (probably because he smelled like delicious food!).

Ruby sniffed Finn and then wanted nothing to do with him.  I think his size and his squeaky voice grated on her nerves.  Gus believed he'd found his new BFF.  He's probably going to be asking Santa for a Finn of his own.

Pay no attention to the fact that my hair has not been combed for approximately a decade.  Sunday morning, friends, is a time of relaxing and coffee and enjoying the balmy 65-degree November air.  I did not want to waste my morning with a shower.  Clearly.

Also, pay even less attention to the doggie slobber on the window.  This is the price that you must pay to have four-legged babysitters.  Finn liked his hound friends on the other side of the window, by the way.  He was entertained for about 15 minutes...just long enough for me to take a shower!
 

Someday we will add some 4-legged friends to our house.  In the meantime, we will gladly watch Gus and Ruby any time!  Mostly because I've never had a cleaner kitchen floor.  Or a cleaner baby.