Jasmine , aka Jazz, is my sisters dog
who is "visiting" while they are in Niagara Falls.
I have given up on my house for this week.
I can remember my father threatening to bring a jar of dirt to my apartments. ."It's just so sterile." he would say.
I guess he would have been happy to see my house in its present condition.
The kitchen floor gets a little slippery.
These two can get pretty rambunctious so Max usually stays out of harms way..
Jazz doesn't bother with him though.
I put a chair across the basement stairs.
I don't know if Jazz has an affinity for kitty litter.
I have cherry red carpet down there and she sheds.
Max and Mollie can come and go through the legs.
I walk them separately even though Mollie thinks she can walk Jazz.
Before I go to bed I do a house check.
Last night these two were busy looking out in to the dark for who knows what.
Jazz had gone to bed around eight o'clock which is her custom.
Morning comes and we start the routine all over again.
I walk them separately because I'm not sure about Jazz and other dogs. I would hate to have both of them with me and have to control her..She's strong.
"So tired. It's nice to have company
but it's not so bad when they go home. I know we'll see each other again soon."