Five Dogs

Mom's friend's dog's Lucky and Star came over for a visit after appearing at the Blondie's event for the local shelter.  (Blondie's is the upscale bar my Mom's friend co-owns) I took Conker over there for an hour or so and he was real good and let some people pet him.  He was only snarky with a couple dogs but generally got along with everybody despite all the noise, music, dogs, people and food at the event.

 When Conker and I got back (actually, before we even left) Lucky decided to take a dip in the pool.  normally this isn't allowed but there was no telling Lucky not to get into the pool.  Then much to my amazement, Conker went and did the same thing!

Conker has never gotten into the pool on his own, and after that first step in he was just as bad as Lucky about going in even when told not to.  Star took a couple cool-down dips as well and even Sasha was convinced to go in.

Conker went in several more times after that.  I'm glad he likes the water, but he'd better not make this a habit since he's really not supposed to go in there.


So, Mom thinks five dogs are a lot of dogs.  Five wet dogs running through the house, shaking water everywhere, leaving paw prints on the tile and carpet.  Five dogs who all bark at once, five dogs who all run through the door at the same time, five dogs who all want to be pet before the other.

Conker, Juneau, Star, Sasha and Lucky.

I don't think five dogs is too many.