Made in Richmond

We have had two major developments at the Catrow Estate. 1: Our new air conditioner allows up to keep all inside doors open at all times (we used to have to contain the heat into various rooms) and 2: We now corral the dogs into downstairs hallway when we are gone on short trips, rather than putting them in their crates.

Apparently those two changes have convinced God that we are worthy of a miracle. Our dogs now spend most of their days lounging around, sometimes wagging their tales in response to each other, but no longer wrestling on every surface of the house. Someone came to the door yesterday and Shooter just trotted over to see who it was, gave an obligatory alert bark, and then trotted off somewhere to rest up for his evening of being cute and sleeping. Zapp seems to have suddenly calmed down altogether and would rather sprawl out on the floor than stick her face in your ear and then beat you up with her tail. Sometimes she’ll disappear into the bedroom, only coming down when you say, “Girl! Dinner!” She’ll flop downstairs, eat, and flop back up to gab with her friends about High School Musical or something, I’m sure.

I. am. so. happy.

*Please note, however, that I have no clue how they will react when guests actually come *into* the house. The compulsory “hugging” and slight leaking on the floor might still happen. You have been warned.