I can't live with or without you

Punky is out of town for work, so it's just me and the puppy. Last night, Nuschler was waiting for him to come home, waiting for their playtime to begin. They play rough, your classic boy and his dog stuff. Nusch also tries to hug (and then some) P's leg when he goes up and down stairs. Last night, when I locked up for the night, N looked so sad and frantically searched the house for Punky.

So, while I am in charge of all things puppy, I am also busy getting the house up to Sara standards. My goal is to have one day of lovely, clean house before I let P back in to mess it up as only boys know how to do. If P was gone for longer (and I had a chunk of money and a solid understanding of plumbing) I would be doing major remodeling.

Ah, so tempting...