Friday morning, with little in the way of sleep for either of us, der B and I were up early. We'd been commissioned to ladsit again. We put Peggy down in the basement, so that she wouldn't bolt over the fence, and took Fletcher with us.
Ah, but we were not just to ladsit this time! There were Easter Eggs to dye, which meant they needed to be hardboiled first. It was because der Brucer took on the boiling task that I got to sit with the lads while they watched The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie. I have never seen anything as vile, as crass, as purile, and I don't mean that in a nice way. The lads, of course, loved it.
We took the lads and Fletcher with us to Sam's Club, where der B had to pick up some things. Fletcher spent the trip to the store, a half-hour trip, in my lap. He waited for us with admirable patience while we shopped (der B also had been given a list from his daughter, so we had two carts to load), and then waited again wile we lunched at McDonalds. McDonalds is evil, but the lads love it. Bleh. One more stop, at Best Buy for a copy of Yellow Submarine on DVD for the lads (they were out) and we headed back to the homestead, Fletcher on my lap again, this time on his back while I rubbed his belly.
Fletcher weighs 85 pounds, by the way.
After that, there were eggs to be dyed, and the parents returned home, and we were finally on our way back to our own abode. Peggy was very happy to be out of the basement, and hunted through the house for her missing pups. Der B and I had a light dinner, and crashed early.
And that's pretty much how things stand for now. Six dogs, two humans. I'm the only one awake this afternoon. Such is life.