This afternoon, as I was leaving the house for carline, I called the dogs to go outside. Flood followed me closely, and went out promptly. I had to call the scotties again, and they trotted into the jacuzzi room, right into the crate. Where they sat there, and stared at me. I couldn't coax them outside, even by offering biscuits (Flood got one), so I called Flood back in, and she got a second bone for being so obedient when I left them in the crate.
The scotties may be weather dogs. There was a brief but heavy thunderburst while we were out.
We got the errands-out done (my Wal-Mart list bloomed from 7 items 15 with the help of the boys), and I've finished my part of the laundry, including folding Flar's clothes, which I consider to be optional. The boys still need to sort and fold and put away their clothes, and Flar needs to put away his. But *mine* are all put away. Woo hoo!
Now we're working on policing the downstairs rooms for floor-level choking hazards, and other miscellaneous getting-ready-to-have-an-ambulatory-1-ye
We're still on a sliding 1.5-hours-til-they-get-here time table, as I haven't heard from Wolf and Sydb on the road, yet.