To Grandmother's house two dogs have gone. For 'tis Christmastime, and family coalesceses for a few days.
And because first impressions matter, both dogs were freshly bathed for the occasion. (Much fun on crutches, especially once second dog figures out what first dog got and does the math.)
But the dogs made the trip in fine form, with Proud Hillybilly and me. (PH also has family locally so it worked out well.) Murphy loves Grandma's house and Miss Belle was the perfect lady when we arrived last night.
However, Belle being in a new place and not really being clear on how to ask to go outside...well let's just alll agree that her decison-making process needs a bit of polish. Two pounds of dog poop on the nice white carpeted floor of my mother's bedroom this morning was probably not the best way to get invited back. (Of all the rooms in the house!)
Today's projects: Carpet cleaning and damage control.
And meanwhile, as I make an undoubtedly futile attempt at reputation rehabiliitation for Belle, Murphy just grins as smugly as a dog can smugly grin.