|My view upon walking into the living room.|
Cut to the present: a couple of weeks ago we began leaving the dogs free to roam in the house while we're gone.
We initially began just an hour or 2 at a time, gradually building up to allowing them out while we're out at work all day. This went very well -- no accidents or any major maladies. Until last night.
John flew back East for his 20 year reunion in Portsmouth, NH, and I was out at a team building event. I knew something was amiss the second I walked into the front door: there was a plastic dog bag roll, and a single, white feather.