Me, walking up to the house: Wow, Harley’s barking a lot.
Me, upon opening the door to three, count ‘em, hysterically happy-to-see-me dogs: Little monsters! Why are you here? Where are your loving owners?
A quick search ensues. I determine that there are no loving owners anywhere. Surprise!
Me, after separating the little monsters, who had decided that the best kibble is in the bowl the other is eating out of and were snarling and snapping at each other, just like kinders in June: Really?? Really????
I contemplate the peace of spending the weekend at school.
Spouse appears. (I’m sure he was hiding where they couldn’t find him.)
Me: How long are they here?
Spouse: Until Sunday when the kids get back from Josepho and training.
Currently they are frolicking at my feet, whining and begging for scritches (and in Harley’s case, more food. It’s hard work showing the other dogs who’s boss.)