After more than a month of being restricted to the side yard while our baby grass started growing, Roscoe is back in the yard and playing with the kids. The older he gets, the better he is with them, and they love him. Of course, who knew how much I don't like dogs, since I'd never had one. We figured out pretty quickly that dogs do NOT come in my house. No matter whose dog, how large or small, how "well trained" they are, they do not come in!! It makes me so angry and grumpy, even though I try not to be that way. we've had people bring dogs to our house before, and I spent the whole time trying to pretend that I was happy through gritted teeth. Not cool. So we have a strict NO DOG policy in my house, NO EXCEPTIONS! I figure my house, my rules. At any rate, Carson has decided once again that he's a puppy, and he's been very insistent that he is the one exception to my NO DOG rule. And lately Natalie is crawling around after him like another little puppy, so now I have two dogs in my house! But at least they don't lick, pee, bark, shed, or jump on furniture, right? Ha, ha, ha, I wish.