A special treat!

We rarely let the dogs upstairs…but tonight we did.

Ivy saw her first mirror and was entranced. I thought she might bark at herself but she didn’t.

After playing for about five minutes, they finally calmed down and slept. Together of course.

Then olive turned into a clove.

I’m feeling murderous right now.

I left a cabinet open and somehow the dogs got into a bag AND a box and…Katie just found this.

This is what it originally looked like:

It’s just a ‘thing’ so it probably shouldn’t bother me as much as it did—but it was one of my souvenirs from the week I spent with my mom at Pysanky On The River last year and I met the artist (Theresa Somerset, who is amazing) and she had so many beautiful eggs that it took awhile for me to decide and pick this one… And it was expensive and can’t be replaced (I asked).

Stupid dogs.