Goldie's play date

Goldie had a play date last night.

More accurately, it was an audition.

Here's the deal: Mike works with Carson. Carson and Laura have a dog, Cory. For a while now, Mike and Carson have been talking about great it would be if our dogs got along so that we could watch each other's dogs while the other couple was traveling. Now that summer is approaching, what better time?

Cory is still a bit of a puppy -- he's 1. He's a bit smaller than Goldie, only about 45 pounds, black, looks like a small Golden Retriever (only black). I don't remember what kind of mix he is.

Anyway, the dogs got along...ok. Cory really, really, really wanted to play. Goldie really, really, really didn't want to. See, she's in retirement. She'd rather eat, and sleep, and be loved on. Not chase a ball, or wrestle, or run around.

She will play a little bit of "take the bone out of the other dog's mouth," a game she's a pro at from playing with Sadie. And Cory luuuuuuved that game. Cory, not so good at it.

So Goldie passed the audition (except for a few times when I thought she might lose it and snap at Cory). Cory, on the other hand...

He really is an adorable dog. Scratch that. He really is an adorable puppy. While we were eating dinner, he chewed the tassels off of two pillows. He wanted to jump on everything. He ran around and around and around. And he, um, left his mark.

I really, truly am typing this with a smile. Absolutely none of that bothered me at all. It just made me worried about leaving Cory with Goldie in a house, with no people, for 9 hours while we were at work. Because Cory might end up maimed.

And I'm pretty sure that would be bad.

Other interesting things happening today:
-- Mike decided to cook a pound of bacon for breakfast (well, he didn't eat the whole pound for breakfast, but wanted to cook it all) (this was Bacon of the Month bacon, by the way). I was in the shower, and the fire alarm went off. "No biggy," I thought. Until it went on for about five minutes. Then I thought, "I have some nice stuff in this house, I better go check..." All was fine, except for the smoke all over the second floor, and the continuing lingering bacon smell about the house.
-- I'm typing this on my laptop while watching Lost and Gray's Anatomy on the computer. Because I discovered the downfall of Direct TV this week. Storms. Storms + satelite TV = watching the episodes online.