Rosie is just too funny. Every time she hears me say "upstairs", she grabs her blanket then trots upstairs. Today was no different. Hank is getting used to the idea of being upstairs. He won't go upstairs until I'm on the stairs. He'll go up a couple of steps, then turn to see where I am. Once I start up the stairs he is gone. Rosie is perfectly at home. Today she spent time on her pillow (her upstairs bed), sprawled on the floor, and standing in front of me barking. She is a renaissance girl. ;)
Last week I was going through some stuff in the classroom. I had a box from downstairs of things that belonged in the classroom. When I had the box empty, the pillow Hank has been laying on was next to me. Of course I put the pillow in the box to see what he would do. This is how he spent his day today.
Nope! He is NOT spoiled at all!!! :)
Well, I'm off to start a load of laundry, clean the kitchen then start dinner. Some things just never change.
