Carl left this morning on his trip to Kentucky and Wisconsin to see family, and our company that was here for 4 days has also gone. I've always enjoyed people coming to visit and staying at our home--But the only requirement is an obvious one, is that they MUST be dog-lovers! Aside from that one rule that is truly etched in stone, I try to look at the positive that my house is just a little bit cleaner than usual. And before company arrives it's a good feeling because I've even gotten to a few things I've been meaning to do. With a house guest it also gets me out of my routine and I get to do a few things I wouldn't normally make time for.
I also have to admit that I don't even mind the extra cooking that goes along with it. For this visit with our friend, I made 'my special' chocolate cake. However Carl was supposed to take the leftover cake to Kentucky for he and my brothers to enjoy and he forgot it. So, as the dogs who are worn out from all the activity are enjoying the peace and quiet, all I'm hearing is the cake calling to me from the kitchen. What is a girl to do?