It's a Dog Party!

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If only the dogs at my party would have been content with checkers and banjo picking!

I hadn't even planned on throwing a dog party, but it happened on Wednesday.
Tanner and I went for a walk, and look who followed us home.

Two friendly dogs wandering the neighborhood. They both had collars and tags, so we invited them into our backyard until their parents could come pick them up.
Our party guests refused to tell me their names so I called this one Sassy...


and this guy Chow Chow.


So what did we do at the party?
There was much sniffing.


And a considerable amount of running around.


Tanner wanted to show his friends the tree house, but he kept confusing things by going down the ladder.


Finally he gave up and went in by himself. (Excuse the unflattering shot.)


Soon the others followed.


After a while, I served refreshments.

Tanner was rude and ate everyone's food. He also hogged the water dish.
I should really send him to cotillion.

After a while, the party took a nasty turn.
It started to rain. The three big dogs got soaking wet and started eyeing the blueberry garden.
Remember it? The twelve bushes Todd planted in the mud pit of anguish and pain?

The clumpy dirt looked so inviting to our guests. Plus, it had all sorts of fun rubbery things sticking out everywhere. Chewy hose-y things that would be delightful to yank.

Mean Old Mommy had to guard the mud pit and yell not so nice things at the guests every time one of them dared to stick in a paw. (So that Mean Old Daddy wouldn't come home from work and have a conniption fit.) So much for Mommy getting any work done that day.

That's okay. The guests didn't mind the party rules too much. But they did beg to bring the celebration indoors.


I mean they really begged.

No way, kiddos.
Now where are their parents? Shouldn't the party be over by now?

Luckily Sam came home from school right when Mommy was starting to come unglued. I mean, she was a bit tired of blueberry guarding and dog sitting.


Mommy wasn't the only one getting grouchy.
Sassy's youthful enthusiasm was starting to get on Tanner's nerves.

There were a few warning yips and snarls.
I think he was just jealous that Sassy was so good at playing fetch. She even understood the part about giving the ball back, which Tanner chooses not to do.
But all in all, a good time was had by everyone.
And after the party was over, there was much of this.

Tanner was zonked.

Apparently Sassy wasn't. Guess who came back yesterday.

Have a great weekend, y'all!
Love, Becky