Steve and I saw one dog in the audience at the film festival we attended last weekend. A golden retriever, it appeared to be very well mannered, but it reminded us of how happy we were NOT to have Dionne with us. Subjecting a 6-month-old puppy to seven hours a day of tight confinement in theaters and rows of bleachers seats would have been torture for us all.
That said, it was lovely to reunite with her Monday afternoon. She seemed ecstatic to see us all, though I'm sure she was also happy in Diana and John's home. Diana reported that they had to keep a close eye on her, but she did not vomit once or swallow any dangerous objects, "even though we came close!" Diana apparently took "many foreign objects" out of Dionne's mouth. (We could relate.)
But now it's back to the old routines. Life is boring enough to drive a puppy to try to spice things up.
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