So maybe it's not all bad...

The dogs seem to have decided that they don't want Brad to be bored on Monday nights when I have to work. It seems every Monday lately they cook up some kind of adventure to keep the evening entertaining. This week, it was Midas rolling in the burn pile...resulting in him needing a bath. The week before, Midas greeted Brad as he got home by puking twice on the rug...he tried to help that week by cleaning it up himself. The best one was the previous week, when Lucy ran up to Brad outside carrying a deer leg that she was so very proud of, and did not want to give up.
So maybe it's not all bad that I have to work on Monday nights...