Bonus dogs!

Around here, we call any "extra" animals "bonus" animals. We have the occasional bonus cat and when friends' dogs come to stay for the weekend, they are bonus dogs.

From left: Phoenix, Katie, Jamie, Connor, Beau

Having a pack of 5 is not that much different than a pack of 3. Granted, the two "bonus dogs" combined would only equal one Belgian, at least in terms of weight, but not necessarily in terms of busy-ness.

Katie is the definition of busy. She makes me laugh. So far, she has helped me do laundry, take a shower, empty the trash, pull weeds, fix two meals for humans and  three meals for dogs. She has her nose in everything. Her first job in the morning is to set Phoenix straight on a few things, then they are friends for the rest of the day. Actually, it's a little scary how much alike they are.

Beau is taking a more laid back approach to being "at camp." He likes hanging out under the kitchen table and in Connor's crate. It doesn't matter if Connor is already in his crate or not. He is such a handsome boy. I could have a blue dog.

Jen and Spencer will pick them up tomorrow evening. I think Phoenix will miss Katie. They invented a new game this morning while I was weeding flowers. The Farmer and his dad were in and out a lot, driving up and down the lane on tractors and the four-wheeler. Katie LOVED to run the fenceline, barking madly at them. Phoenix ran a careful two feet parallel to her, barking equally madly. They played that game ALL morning and are now exhausted.

Time to get cleaned up for the wedding. The Farmer's sister called. He and I are now in charge of transporting 16 floral arrangements from the church to the reception. Possibly during a thunderstorm. In a skirt. Oh yeah. What can go wrong with this?