Look Who's Home

Last Friday morning, before the movers arrived, we drove out to Uppity Pups and picked up Sedona and Kersey.  I was still sore from my surgery so I couldn't help lift them into the back of the Subaru.  They both need help getting in since they both have weak ACLs.  Brett said that they stood on their hind legs with their front paws in the back and hopped.  It didn't take much effort to get them the rest of the way in.  Back home, we got them settled in the dog run so they would be out of the way when the movers arrived with our household belongings.

They got to work on their welcome home gifts.  Big smokey bones from the feed store.

I wasn't sure how happy they would be at night in the laundry room.  They slept in our room at Aspen Meadows.  But they are very happy there, coming in when we go to bed and settling right down to sleep. 

Yesterday evening when I got home from work, we let the dogs out as usual while we did the evening chores.  I'm off of surgery recovery restriction so I was able to help for the first time in a week.  After the animals were fed, Brett and I settled on the front porch.  The wicker couch was surrounded by empty packing boxes but we didn't care.  The wine was cool in our glasses and the dogs were settled at our feet.  We sat there for an hour, until it started to get dark, watching the shadows spread.

When I was a little girl, I would play in my room with my Breyer horses.  I set up ranches with pastures and dreamed of living on one when I became a grown up.  I would have an "Old Yeller" dog and "My Friend Flicka" would join the horses from the Mary O'Hara books I devoured.  I must be a grown up now because I'm living that dream.