I have to say, it was quite an adventure and we had a ball (can I just say how much I LOVE the Irish? L.O.V.E them!) and there will be several posts dedicated to our escapades but, I thought you might want to know what the Rotten One did while we were away...
Well, actually, I have no idea. But here's what I do know. Usually when we leave town, I take her down to Grand Union Pets, drop her off and when I return to pick her up she barks at me (loudly) for the next 20 minutes, filling me in on her adventures, bossing me around and telling me I shouldn't have been gone so long. (Someday I will fill you in on what it's like to own a dog that chatters incessantly like a Husky but has the deep, loud, bark of a German Shepherd...it's awesome.)
This time, however, the Canadian went to pick her up and when they arrived home, she came into the kitchen (where I was making gorgeous enchiladas) shot me a look, barked once, and headed upstairs.
So, like any good mom checking on her wayward child, I went to investigate...and here's what I found.