No not really. Don't go and color me bad. I just had to have some peace while mopping and vacuuming. They look pitiful out in the cold, like missionaries or some other solicitors. I think I had to give them a milk bone afterwards because of my guilt trip.
I wasn't entirely disappointed when it was time to turn in to find Sable had decided to turn in early. At eighty-five pounds, she makes a fine bed warmer. Lucy doesn't care to get in the bed anymore. Maybe it's those nappy-ass Martha Stewart sheets I got at Macy's? At any rate, I will finally admit that it is cold in southeast Texas and it feels good to have Sable warm the bed for me.
My girls love to ride almost as much as swimming. They are good travelers. We stop usually three times on an eleven hour drive.
Sable stays front and center almost the entire trip every time.
I don't think she trusts my driving. I don't know how she does it? I look at her and her eyes will get heavy and then she snaps back to life. She lays down maybe 30 minutes or so out of the entire trip where as Lucy, once the excitement is over, is sacked out.
Hey! Who cut the cheese? Oh yeah right, who is she kidding?