Father Like Son...

We've had the joy of dog sitting Rocky for the last two weeks. Tonight I tried to get a picture of them together but they were not cooperating - so you have a ridiculous shot of them together.

Here's the run down of the fun we've had these last few weeks...

1) Rocky is an escape artist... he squeezes his 90 + fat butt out the fence. Mind you he does not go through, he does not go over but he goes under. I only wish I could catch him - just so I could see him attempting this crazy feat!

2) Becaue of #1... I come home and Ron and Vicki (bless them!) have baracaded off any area that looks as though Rocky 'might' be able to get his butt through. I guess he has gotten out a few times this week and has had to be escorted back to the fence by the neighbors on both sides of us!

3) Rocky doesn't like to go outside in the morning. I let Ned out and Rocky sits on the other side of the stove - peaking around - to see if I'm going to make him go out. I actually have to be dressed and ready to go to work before the dog will even think about going outside for his morning potty.

4) I came home last night and the boys had decided that within their activites for the day - they should eat the sheets off my bed. I've been meaning to buy new ones...

5) Every time I turn around Rocky is carrying something of ours in his mouth... a slipper - which I'm pretty sure he ate, my shamrock ears (not sure why they are still out!) and my favorite is Damon's hat...

So... I've had to change my routine in the morning, I have two dogs laying on me when I wake up, I've lost a slipper, sheets and a toy cow AND the gas from two big dogs is nauseating... Overall I can't help but think about how every day is an adventure when you have to labs living under the same roof. It makes me miss Ernie and the craziness he brought to our lives.