Another weekend without Arrow. Very relaxing. And Swiss cheesy if you know what I mean. (My bearded owner likes to break the don’t put doggies on your lap at the table and feed them rule!)
I was so good. Didn’t go into the garbage. Even if it smelled like chicken. Walked up and down the scary stairs by myself. (Being carried is scarier.)
Meanwhile Arrow was a good boy in Denver with Justin. Arrow played with Justin and walked him and let him sleep in the bed. (Arrow keeps his favorite bones in bed. He is not good about sharing.)
We both slept a lot. Then I came home. Fighting over bones. Toys. Chews.
Wrestling. Making the humans crazy. Are we better separate? Or together?