Jacques and Casey followed me in to the bathroom (they remind me of having toddlers...no privacy) today and commenced to "get busy". Although Casey didn't appear to be uncomfortable today, she still didn't hold still for him. So, I sat on the bathroom floor and held them-stuck together-on my lap. Man, this is so much easier than breeding big dogs.

Omg! Velvet got out of the yard. We live on a very busy street very near the heart of downtown Indianapolis. It is freezing and snowy outside. She also didn't have her collar on. I've been grooming her on and off all day and had taken it off. I know better than to let her out without it, even just to go potty. I put on shoes, gloves, a coat and a hat; grabbed her collar and leash and headed out to look for her. As I was walking I became appalled and alarmed by all the dogs out in the neighboring (fenced) yards. Since she didn't have a collar on and wasn't finished being groomed, somebody that found her would probably think she was just another outside stray dog...gasp! The thought of that was terrifying me as I was walking (slipping) along calling for her. I went down an ally and came back up one of the side streets coming up to the busy street dreading what I might find. Then I heard someone whistling as if for a dog. I quickened my step until I saw a man about a half block up out on his porch wearing a t-shirt. That is not right for this freezing weather so I hoped and prayed he was whistling for Velvet to get away from the street. I called for her yet again and about died with relief when she came bounding towards me. It appears that kind gentleman was most likely whistling for her, and I will be forever grateful.

My nose and ears are still cold from being outside, but Velvet is at my feet and that is all that matters.