We're NOT thriving yet!

The good news is that Blake arrived safely in Central Asia.

The bad news is he left the dog here.

Our dog hates the cold. And so he's taken recently to doing his dirty business on the cream-colored carpet in our play room (for some reason.) [Now lest you think we're crazy---we didn't choose beige carpet for our playroom. It came with the house. My choice of carpet for our next house would be industrial strength hotel carpet.]

So yesterday morning I woke up and let Congo outside to do his business. I fed him and let him out again, for safe measure. A short while later I hear, "CONGO POOPED IN THE PLAYROOM!" Sorry to be gross, but he did diarrhea all over our carpet.

My first thought, "Where is Blake when I need him?" followed by, "I'm gonna kill that dog." It took me nearly an hour to clean it up, and still there is a stain.

So today I think, "I'm smarter than this dog." I rearrange the furniture in the playroom, using our long futon to literally block the wide entrance into the room. Then I let Congo out three times. Next thing I know, "CONGO POOPED IN THE PLAYROOM!"

Sure enough.

Anyone interested in dog-sitting for us for....say, the next 14 years?