The Village followed through and put an ad for the exhibit and the "treasure hunt" on this huge LED sign at the edge of the Village. That is, actually, their glass in the photo. So that was very nice, and then yesterday to my shock
Chris and Matt got here about 9 last night and at 10:57 (I looked at the clock because I had called the hotel to tell them the guys would be late checking in) they had unloaded literally tons of glass. I usually crate the dogs about 9 or 9:30 and am pretty much ready to at least crawl into bed and read by 10 or 10:30, altho the longer it stays light outside the later I stay up. In the summer I stay up, in other words, later than in the winter. But I am here to tell you, I am dead on my feet today. I have had two cups of coffee and I have to be desperate to drink coffee in that way.
Anyway of course they were at the house last night, Nigel was terrified and hid, Llewis was not sure because Nigel was afraid, Conley was all over both of them and Cooper never shut up barking, I could have beaned him one.
Then this morning at 5 I got up and began heating the goodies. Cooper hates the oven because experience dictates that often the smoke alarms go off and he is even more traumatized by the smoke alarms than he was by have one leg amputated. I wouldn't let him out because it was too early and cold to have him outside for hours, refusing to come back in the house, so to his dismay I crated him. When I was done I let him outside and 45 minutes later lured him within grabbing distance with a mini pig-in-a-blanket (which I think he threw up later).
Now all is quiet while we wait for the gentlemen to awaken and decide to get moving.
But the dogs know something is going on.
