My Dogs Have Gone Feral.

Daniel and I went to Hattiesburg over the weekend for this wedding. While we were down we visited with my parents and Audrey, enjoyed a traditional Rice Sunday lunch, and basked in the warm Mississippi sunshine.

While we were gone, Nate took care of the animals for us. When Nate take pet sits for us, depending on the weather, we usually have him leave Naavah and Wilco in the yard so that he only has to come by twice a day to feed them instead of worrying about potty breaks and such. Last night we returned late, and they seemed very happy to have us back and to sleep in our room once again.

This morning when Daniel left for work it was rainy, so he didn't let the them out as he normally does. By the time I got up, they were getting pretty stir crazy and talking back a lot. (If you know Wilco and Naavah very well, you know what I mean by this.) By this time it had stopped raining, and I figured they probably just needed some exercise. I put them outside for an hour while I made coffee, worked on unpacking from the trip and cleaned the kitchen.

When I returned, here's what I found:

It appears that the idea of being outside dogs grew on them pretty fast.

Also, something on my to do list just moved itself up a few spaces...