As of Saturday we now have two dogs and a cat roaming around the Lewis household. It’s not permanent though, we’re just dog sitting for a friend until Thursday. If the weekend was any indication of things to come, we’ll have a very busy four more days in front of us.

The dog has been to our place many times, but usually just for an afternoon playdate with Max. It’s a beautiful chocolate lab that never hits the brakes. It’s go, go, go with this gal. On top of that, she’s got a long tail that she whips around like a weapon, which is not ideal if you’ve got a coffee table that always seems to have a couple of glasses of water and a cup of coffee on it. One whip of that tail could send a cup halfway across the room.

Charlie, our cat, doesn’t like these new living arrangements at all. He hightailed down to the basement the minute Harley arrived and if I didn’t go down and physically carry him back upstairs I wouldn’t have seen him for the last few days. It doesn’t really matter though, the minute I bring him upstairs and put him down, he takes off for the basement again. I never realized how many hiding places he has down there.

We have a calendar hanging in our kitchen with the phrase “dog gone” marked in big letters on the last day we have to look after the dog. Then there are two big X’s across the dates we’ve already had the dog. I didn’t do that and my wife didn’t do that, which leaves only one suspect who could possibly hate having the dog around that much.

I guess I’ll have to go downstairs after work and have a nice little chat with that suspect! If I can find him.