Three dog day!

...much better than the night.

Lester was still nervous and pacing for most of last night. He tried to wake us all at 5 am, but I insisted on staying in bed until 6:30. Then Richie was here promptly at 7:30 and the fun began.

Karen the Kitchen Designer showed up at 10:30, as Todd the Stone Guy was supposed to be here between 10 and 11 am. He showed up around 11:20, which meant that Karen had to leave shortly thereafter to get back to work. I sent her some photos.

Richie was doing window trim in the basement, while Jim was sealing slate in the upstairs bath (very smelly, windows open and heat down to 50°). Stone guys were grinding stone and creating a lot of noise and dust, and finally gluing pieces together that got us all high even with the doors and windows open (which may explain our frequent high propane charges).

The interior doors were delivered just after Jim the Builder and Jerry showed up. Richie and Jim P moved on to installing the dark bamboo flooring in the music room.

Ruby the Foster Dog was her usual snarly self with Richie and Jim P in the morning, but as the day went on and more and more folks were going in and out, she gave up trying to control the situation. As the doors were open most of the time, I spent most of the day shivering and trying to find missing dogs outside. Luckily (I guess) the remaining snow from last week's storm is still about 2 feet deep, so only little energetic Foster Dog was able to romp around out there. There will be no creek visits on this trip!

More progress on the house and more photos tomorrow.

And maybe good news on the little monster: her possible adopters passed the first round of the test, now they just have to make it through the home check and she could go to her "Furever" home this weekend. (Animal Friends Furever is the name of the rescue group.) This is reason to celebrate! I think I need a glass of wine!

Three Dog Night

Yeah, I know, you have to be old to remember that group, but it is the perfect title for this post.

We made the trip north again today: Lester, Sophie, Ruby and me. Ruby puked in the front seat twice, about 15 minutes before we got here. I thought I had covered everything up pretty well with her bedding in the front seat, but she still managed to trash my jacket which was stuffed underneath.

All three are sleeping comfortably right now...my guys on the floor...diva on my bed. As I suspected, Jim the builder had the guys move all my stuff up from the music room on the first floor into the master bedroom on the second. Unfortunately, he also moved my only internet jack up here.

So we entertained ourselves downstairs for a bit, having dinner by the dining room windows with the 3 of them running around like they were all puppies. Then I tried to convince Lester to come upstairs. He bravely gave it a shot, but Ruby was jumping all over him, so he aborted after about 3 steps.

I tried again a few times, but he refused. So I leashed the little monster to scaffolding downstairs, and practically dragged Lester up here. He was nervous and panting and wandering all around. When I unleashed monster, she was all over him again. He ended up hiding in the closet in the library. I had to block the stairs to keep him from going back down. I think I am probably going to put his bed at the bottom of the stairs and let him sleep down there. Who knows what I will do with him during the day while the guys are working.

The good news is: I took Miss Ruby to Adoption Day at Petco on Sunday, and several people were interested in adopting her. Now they just have to get through the difficult application and house check. I am praying that someone will be approved to adopt her, and that she will go to her new perfect home this weekend. We love her dearly, but 3 dogs is one dog too many. My 2 old dogs will definitely miss her, but will also be relieved to see her go. That pretty much sums it up for me too.