We arrived in Wisconsin a week too early for Christmas.
Laura helped at the kennel,
and made supper every day.
This is Sawyer, one of Pat and Ann's dogs.
Sawyer is a dropout from cadaver school.
Too easily distracted.
No cookie dough will fall, but that's not what he thinks.
Waiting for Santa.
Pat is Santa; Laura has another hat.
This is Seamus. He has old, old bones. He's about 12.
He and a sibling ran away from home. Pat returned them.
Seamus was back on the doorstep every time Pat returned him,
until the original human said, "Guess he's yours."
And another of the rescues.
I've lost track of the number of dogs in the house all week.
When we left, there was one less bed to sleep on, every night.
Sigh. A dog's life.