Welcome home

This morning, Daddy brought Guinness home from Holly’s Pride before Mommy was up. I had been away for 10 days, so he was crazy to see me for a few seconds, then he went into his steal-something-forbidden-catch-me-if-you-can routine. First he grabbed the two stacked Tim Horton’s paper coffee cups waiting to have their rims rolled up (to see if we had won a prize – and we did! A donut!). After chasing him around the coffee table, I took him and the cups to the kitchen. As soon as my back was turned, he snatched the dish cloth from where it was hanging on the faucet and ran to the hallway. I heard him, and knew he was into some kind of trouble, so called, “Come” cheerily. He started to come, then froze when he saw me, though allowing me pry the dish cloth from his mouth. Two seconds later, he spied the Tim Horton’s cups on the counter and ran off with them again. He had not been home five minutes, and I was out of breath!

Typically, he returns home from the pet hotel totally worn out, probably exhausted from all the barking noise. He slept most of the day. This evening, Grant went to bed early. Eventually I realized that Guinness was not with me, so I assumed he took Guinness to bed with him. That was a first! I was hoping that Grant was not asleep while Guinness was chewing on a towel from the pile I placed on the floor today to be washed. When I finally went up to see what was happening, Grant had wisely thrown the stack of laundry into the hallway and had shut the door. Guinness was calmly lying on my side of the bed beside his master, until he saw me. Then we had our potty run, and I settled back at my computer to begin this blog. After a minute or so, I realized that he was playing with something. Grant’s brandnew $180 shoe! It was slobbered over, but no teeth marks… yet. I sat back down at the computer. I heard Guinness go into the bathroom. Shortly he returned to the den with a towel in his mouth! I went in to see where he had found the towel. He had pulled it OFF the rack! That was a first! And we thought he was improving. I tried to continue typing, but he insisted on being petted. I finally put him to bed in his crate so that I could complete this.