Holden and Phoebe

I almost named this post, "Ode to the Front Loading Washer," because mom must have said "thank goodness" for it a dozen times last night. It was an interesting evening in the Younger household. First, mom and dad left Phoebe out of her crate to hang out with me while they ran an errand for about a half hour. When they came back and found Phoebe still looking out the window for them, we both got loads of praise. Hers was for not tearing the house apart and mine was for being such a good supervisor. While I happily took my treat and went back to business as usual, Phoebe decided to balance out the good-bad scale. Once everyone was happily cozy for the night - me on my heated dog bed and mom and dad under the covers, Phoebe hopped up on the bed with the humans and promptly peed. She's only had one accident since Thanksgiving, so I'm actually wondering if she did it on purpose. Either way, mom and dad were not happy about having to put the down comforter in the wash at 11pm, though they did express thanks at not having to go to a commercial laundry to do it. That Phoebes, she sure does keep things hopping around here. It's nice to be the good dog!