I just picked up my little dogs from the groomer. Mostly they were there because it takes most of the day to wash and brush them both, and even the groomer sends them home still shedding out undercoat. They arrived just in time for dinner, but first each had to spend a good five minutes rolling around on the floor trying to reacquire some dog scent. Coltrane needed to thoroughly inspect Mingus, first smelling inside each ear, then going for some butt sniffing, just in case I brought home the wrong brother. Mingus was very singleminded as it was five o'clock: d-i-n-n-e-r. Now that he has eaten, he is settled in beside my chair looking just a bit nervous because it has started to thunder. Poor baby.