While we were at the wedding last week, my parents were kind enough to let our dog Fez come and stay at the Resort with them and their dog, Ellie.
My mom reported that Fez was an excellent guest at the Resort. She and my Dad kept him very busy...every morning started with wrestling and fetch with puppy toys, an extensive walk around the neighborhood, followed by Arts & Crafts:
I think his masterpiece fish freaked him out a little bit. When your artwork can swallow your snout, there's a legitimate reason to be worried...
Fez also did some lounging around. Grandpa's lap was a very comfortable napping spot after all of the morning activities:
After lunch, it was playtime again! Fez always loves going to the Resort where Ellie lives, because at our house, he has permanently been banned from all plush squeaky toys. He rips them apart, de-fluffs their innards and chews up the squeaker within minutes. El has a complete collection of softies, so Fez takes advantage of them...is it just me, or does he have a look of an evil plot on his face for this mouse?!?
After dinner, it is time for cake. Fez knows he can work his magic with the puppy eyes and score a lick or two of cake icing...He and Ellie are claiming their piece from the leftover cake on the table:
And finally, after running circles in the back yard with everyone to burn off the sugar high, it is time for bed. Fez apparently had an issue with his sleeping arragements throughout the week. He had a chance to sleep with my parents in their bed, but ruined it when he snuck under the sheets and laid right where my mom's legs were. Next, Ellie's room...but his whining early in the morning got him kicked out. Finally, he got a bedroom all to himself...
I'm pretty sure Fez is bummed to be home with his old parental units. I think he'd much rather be back at the Resort, where he has another doggie companion, daily morning walks, at least 3 people in the house at every hour of the day, and of course, Arts & Crafts :)