Home.

Murphy had a great time visiting, but didn't eat much. He was convinced he was sent there to live with Miss D and eat whatever she ate, and stubbornly refused to eat the healthy canned food I sent with him.  He's been making up for it this evening - not with the healthy canned food, but with the (I hope) equivalent kibble version (yes, he has few teeth, let's just go with it).   Otherwise, he adored spending a long weekend with his Beloved little girl who loves him back. 

Both dogs had a great time. Sophie is the best little Traveling Dog Ever!  She's so low-maintenance, easy-going, other than needing to be carried while she was getting her legs walked off, she was a dream traveling companion.  We ate out a lot, went out a lot, and when we did, she settled herself on the couch and napped.  No Drama at ALL!  No accidents in the kids' new house!  NOTHING!

Murphy ate little, complained much, but was so delighted to be with Miss D, all was forgiven.

We are all going to bed really stupidly early.  It was a helluva busy weekend all round.  More photos to follow, but it looked like this: