Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving 2009: 11 people, 4 golden retrievers, one border collie. The good news: the toilet didn't overflow, and no blood was shed.
Plenty of fur flew, though. When Mom and Dad arrived with their two goldens on Wednesday, Zorro sniffed them, circled them, and immediately jumped them as soon as they tried to walked away. Not a good start. I kept the peace by keeping them separated--Zorro on the porch while Binky and Biscuit were inside, or vice versa. When Chip's family arrived with their two dogs on Thursday,, we decided to put all of the animals on the porch and, in my mother's words, "let them work it out." Here's how they worked it out: Zorro herded all the dogs into a corner, and spent the rest of the day keeping them there. We didn't have to worry about having any dogs underfoot during dinner. Zorro took care of that.
Back in Arlington now with clear skies and a waxing gibbous moon. The sheet is over the bay window and the pillow case is over the front door.