Back to the airport on Friday afternoon to the "arrivals" and as quick as you can put a suitcase into the trunk of a car, I was no longer a single parent. Back at home, all the dogs were happy to see their missing pack member and tell him all that had gone wrong while he was away. George is the worst at keeping a secret.
~The face of a dog that can't keep a secret~
Of course it was no secret that there is our newest addition, Dusty.
He's had a hard time settling in, mostly because I was keeping him away from the other dogs, and it wasn't where he wanted to be. But given Dusty's stress level, I just thought that I needed someone else to help with those introductions. I was wrong. I think they'd all looked at one another so long through the fence that meeting him up close and personal was no longer exciting. I simply opened the gate, and with barely a second look, it was business as usual.