March 1. Homecoming Sunday
3:35 pm
We went out for a nice casual walk. We went up the path to PCH, and this time home through the gate, without the long trip into town. I think the guys had enough of that for one weekend.
We walked 40 minutes. Bubba pooped, Buddy did not.
2:30 pm
Buddy moved over to the recliner to sleep. Bubba was passed out in the bed by the front door. They let me study, and now I’m done and have idle time to play fetch and chase…with no takers.
Noon
Buddy looked like he wanted to go out, but he ran for a bed when I got the leashes. Bubba napped.
9:15 am
I was letting the guys sleep an extra half an hour before I went to get breakfast ready. I figured they’d still be tired, the last 3 days took a lot out of them. Then I found myself lost on Twitter, doomscrolling war news, and then I got pages. A single Yip from the Alpha got my away from the social media trap [thank you Bubba!]. Both guys were at the door when I opened it, animated and excited. Two chases and two bunny tosses later we were dressed and out walking while breakfast soaked up the broth.
We walked across the street, until we got about 10 yards past the first stairs and Bubba stopped, thought for a while, and then turned around – essentially ordering us home.
Both guys pooped. I forgot to mark the time we returned.