Sit. Stay.

Our latest adventure began this afternoon when we opened our house to dog-sit Amy's Mom's dogs for the weekend.  She and Adam will be traveling to Nebraska so Adam can visit the University of Nebraska, one of the choices he is pondering.  It's only fair seeing as how Adam watched Lucy and Rex for a week when we went to Arkansas and Austin and then again for a weekend when we went to Galveston.  We owed them one.  So, for the next few days the number of pets here in Drosche Land will equal the number of humans.  

Basically we are running the house on a time share program.  Our dogs will stay out and about for part of the day while their dogs stay in their kennels, behind closed doors.  The canine inhabitants of Drosche Land will then switch roles so everyone gets equal rest alone time and roam free time.  

In the short while they have been here, although all has gone well, it has become quite clear to me that we are only a 2-dog household.  Don't get me wrong, I love dogs and pets but, barring the purchase of a ranch or other property with lots of acreage we have reached our animal capacity.  We just don't have the room.  Who does?  Martha Stewart maybe, she'd got a little army of Chows right?  But then again she has the acreage, not to mention a bazillion dollars.

Our temporary residents should make for an interesting few days.  The poor visitors are not used to the noise and commotion that 2 small kids can make.  They are normally put up or outside when all the cousins get together at Mema's house.  But I'm sure they, and we, will all survive.  Although I have to admit I'm not looking forward to cleaning up the backyard (if you know what I mean) or busting out my handy Swiffer more often to accommodate the additional mess!  Scoop and sweep!  Sweep and scoop!

All is well, going to the dogs, here in Drosche Land.