Maybe that also means that she has developed an immunity to the smell of dog poop. She left us a note that she kind of smelled poop this morning when she got up, but could not find it.
That's funny, because there was a Jackson Pollack painting done in ass-goo covering the dining room rug. And pee on the dog beds, because Annie leaks if she is not walked twice a day. And deep drifts of dog hair on the rug. And dishes in the oven.
So it's great to be home, but could have done without the vacuuming, rug cleaning and dog bed laundering marathon.
But still. It's great to be home.