Good Dog

Yesterday was the dog's longest visit at my parents' house yet. She was a good girl. Well, aside from eating the cat poop. And peeing on the rug. Other than that, though, she was good. Really.

Lots of snow in our area today, so some of us--including me--decided not to go to New Hampshire after all. KK called me a wimp and a party pooper. I say I'm just sane. The dog would have liked going though: there are woods and four other dogs to play with.