And those folks would be in and out of the house on their way to and from the various activities. So, the decision was made to send my two four-legged boys to camp. In other words, they were agoing to be kennel bound - in both senses of the word.
Vega, being the chill girl of the house was allowed to stay home.
Reacher has had the pleasure (or pain) of being at the kennel only once before. Judging from his body language when I dropped him off, I'd say he remembered. He was acting a little bit nervous. Panzer, unaware of the plan, was his usual hectic self and ready for action.
As I already knew, having just one dog in the house makes feeding time easier. It eliminates the need for tag-team walking. And there's no around-the-house races or wrestling matches to break up because they've gotten out of control. Fewer dogs, means less dog hair and therefore less cleaning. (In fact, while the boys were gone, I didn't pull out the vacuum for two days!)
Admitedly, Reacher and Panzer are the troublemakers in the family. And with those two in the house, it's like the Allstate commercial says - mayhem is everywhere. But what's life without a little mayhem? A little bit lonely, I'd say.
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