We're home. It was a rough week on the poor dogs. Pasqual might not have had a relaxed moment the entire time we were gone. But as you can see he has made himself comfortable with his head on the pillow making up for a weeks worth of stress. I love the look on Daisy's face. I'm not sure she could look more annoyed. I think at 17 1/2 years old she thinks she's earned the right to not share the pillows.
It actually was a rough week for them. Only a couple of days after we'd left Preacher slipped getting off the couch. When Brittany (my assistant) got here to let them out he was on the ground and couldn't get up. After trying for over half an hour to get him off the floor she called us. Of course I went into a panic and started thinking one, if not both, of us would have to fly home immediately. But my wonderful parents saved the day. My dad came over and hoisted Preacher off the floor. And after a couple of days of some pain meds and pampering he was pretty much back to normal. By the time we got home he was completely normal. But my poor parents need a vacation! As my mom said, "your dogs are too old and I am too old!" I think we might have used up our dog sitting favors for a good long while. New York, it looks like it's gonna be awhile before I see you again. Of course, I guess I could always leave Tom with the dogs! :)