O.T.W

I decided to head home sweet home this weekend and little to my surprise we had a furry guest, Maggie Sanford. Maggie was staying at my parents house while Ryan and Jessica took off to a wedding for one of Jessica's good friends. I believe when the 3 kids were moved out of the house, mom and dad would be free from taking care of anything. Well, they did not luck out and have two dogs  -- one that is Dad and Ryan's dog Bo and Buddy is mine.

When it comes to personalities Buddy and Maggie are like day and night.

 Buddy is my precious dog that I have had for about 5 years. I'll admit he has some personal issues when it comes to connecting with the outside world, not to mention Ryan believes he has "short term memory." He loves a good comfy lap to enjoy a long nap and cannot wait for Dad to share some food. He's a little plump, but I love every bit of him!

As for Maggie, she is completely opposite. She would love to run free through the open fields, if her mother would let her, unlike Buddy, who doesn't like the whole exercise idea. She was a wild one this weekend and needed to check out every little thing that mom, dad, or I was doing. Buddy tried keeping up, but come Sunday he was crashing on the couch, while she pounced all around him. I love to see her, but I think buddy was ready for it to be him and his big brother Bo.



 This sums up the weekend.

His life is simple, but he loves it.





And we can't forget big brother, Bo. He make look like an outdoor dog, but don't let him fool you.

Since he has reached his old age and due to some health issues, my parents have let him stay in the house (which now he is completely spoiled and when he wants in, he wants in). I do give Bo a hard time unlike my brothers, Ryan and Clay, but I love him.

Since Maggie is not use to Bo she got a little shook up when she'd see him and so outside for the weekend for Bo. Bo is a great dog and we've never have had any problems with him in the past, but he decided to let us know "He was NOT happy about this at all."  First, he scattered the potting soil across the front porch, but it did not stop there. While dad began to shut off the lights, turn off the TV, and call it a night Bo decided to hit the back door as hard as he could.  He let us know he is not a outside dog and that's that.