While she was out, a lot of visitors came through "her" house -- some with two legs (Jeff, Leslie, Cyndi, Kitt, and 5-year-old Charles); some with four legs (Stefano, Griffen and Sinclair). The four-legged guys walked on Silky's floor, laid down on her carpet, hung out in her crate, chewed on her toys and one of them even slept on her bed. And I didn't even have to explain all this to Silky -- she figured it out all by herself. Sniff, sniff, sniff.
Hmmm. Charles? Yep. (sniff sniff)
Griffen? Yep. (sniff sniff)
Stefano? Yep. (sniff sniff sniff - Hi, brother.)
And . . . (sniff sniff . . . sniff sniff . . . sniff . . . .) who else? A strange puppy? (sniff sniff sniff) SINCLAIR!
Yummmmm -- my old watering hole.
Back in my own bed, boss of my own toys.
All except the kong that escaped over the edge of the deck, into the bushes below.