Mum finally came back from her trip this week. I was so glad to see her. Dad was vacuuming when she got home (I told him he should have started the clean up earlier), so didn't hear her come in. It made me crazy happy. I was doing puppy paws and racing around the hallway at the top of the living room steps while Mum was hiding on the other side of the wall. Dad couldn't understand what I was so excited was about.
No sooner had we got all settled in as a family again than Monty arrived for a weekend visit. Mum says it's the curse of dog sitting that it rains as soon as there's more than one dog in the house. We all (well, not Dad, he was still in bed) got soaked on our walk this morning. Monty and I are really good at the wet dog drill and sat patiently waiting on our towels while Mum messed about with the camera. She said we looked like we were rehearsing for a nativity play. I don't really know what that is. What do you think? I just know that we both love wearing towels over our heads, and then getting all the rubbles that follow.