Caroline and Laura back from horse camp. Astride their trusty mounts this morning, displaying their riding skills for Aunt Beth. Note the dust on their boots and the horse drool.
As the girls sat shoulder to shoulder and boots to boots on my sofa this afternoon, Toby appeared, full of joy at the reappearance of the last of the missing household members. He commenced sniffing Caroline's jean leg, then Laura's. When he reached the boots he was ecstatic.
The debris on their boots, the dust, the horse drool, and, as the girls delightedly squealed, the horse pee, was better than the best catnip he's ever been offered. He rubbed and rolled, clasping their ankles for leverage, until the boots looked close to brand new.
And Grandma, back from Wisconsin, which looked like this for the entire week.