I Think They Love Me

Sometimes I wonder if the dogs love me, hate me, know who I am, etc.  Last weekend, I think I got my answer.

All that room on the couch, and they all have to be on me.

From top to bottom: we have Tippy, Ruthie, and Owen (and Hardy on my feet).  This picture was taken approximately 30 seconds after I sat on the couch.  Meaning they didn't even give me time to take my shoes off before they made themselves comfortable.

The love was probably to make up for what happened Sunday/Monday...

2 days...2 dogs...5 baths.  Ah, Spring.  :-(  My backyard is basically a mud pit.  Well, portions of it.  But of course, those are the spots where Ruthie and Owen like to play.  That's not entirely true, they run (yes, run...like mad men) around the whole yard, and that just happens to include the muddy areas.  That meant I have given these two 5 total baths over the last 2 days.  3 Owen, 2 Ruthie.  Ruthie probably deserved another one too, but she's dark furred, so I think she gets away with more mud.  Boy do they hate me now.  But as you can see from the above picture, I have a very light colored couch, and it's so much easier to clean dog paws than micro suede.

Keep your fingers crossed for me that we have a very quick, dry spring!