I would really like the dogs to embrace object permanence. Seriously. One of us moves from their line of vision and the other needs to assist the neurotic canine search party. It gets old.
Richard went up into the attic. Icky place, not a place I'm interested in being. But the point is that he was IN the house, and suddenly the was OUT (sort of) the house, and the dogs immediately became concerned. Overly concerned.
So we went outside into the back yard. Then we segued to the front of the house. Then I let Fes check out the basement and Julius was allowed to sweep the bathroom.
Once they were convinced that Daddy was not, in fact, in the house and doing something interesting that might require their input, they settled down on the bed. At which point Richard promptly returned from above.
I cannot win, and I will not try. Sleep now.
Posted by kath at November 9, 2008 09:16 AM