My husband is away this weekend on a couple of job interviews, which means that I am on my own with the dogs. This is more of an ordeal that it sounds, due to the fact that the dogs do not get along, and have to be separated. My entire day seems to be spent switching out these darn animals. Ozzie out, Sophie in. Sophie in, Ozzie out. Both in, but one in the garage, one in the house. Both in the house at the end of the day, but Sophie needs to wear a muzzle.
Me? Sure, I'm happy. I can have ice cream for my dinner and sew all day long.