Of course, my little kid-free break wasn't totally free of responsibility. Ollie, my furry little son, had to be fed and taken out to potty and entertained with some ball fetching. He was the model
About 5 minutes later, once he got back into the house, he did his best imitation of a cat hacking up a hairball, only it was the slug. Plus some foamy looking saliva. And of course he didn't just do it in one place, but had to yack in three different spots in the family room. Wouldn't you know, the edge of the couch was one of them. Oh well - that's why God invented those handy antibacterial cleaning wipes I buy in bulk at Costco.
The beast went to doggie daycare today and was in desperate need of a bath once he returned. With his double layered coat, I find that he needs to be cleaned up every 7-10 days. Once I bathed him, he acted like a maniac. He's not a big fan of brushing, so I kind of have to wrestle him to get the job done. Below is a short video of Ollie hanging out on the couch with me after his bath this evening, wrestling the brush into submission. Must. get. life.