Well, a certain someone made it home yesterday, and we're finally reunited as a family once again. Olga was delivered to us by the kennel in the late morning, and she raced inside, thundered around the house and out into the back yard, and spent the whole day lying in the sun and snoozing and being petted and eating special little pork chop scraps left over from our dinner. Safe to say she's a happy dog, back where she belongs.
I'm sure she's looking forward to being walked, too, but I can't take her out yet because it's raining the proverbial cats and dogs at the moment. And it rained a lot last night. So nice to see after our recent dry spell!
In fact, while Dave and I were traveling we must have had a bit of rain here, because I actually had to mow the lawn yesterday. I spent the morning tidying up the garden in general, staking and trimming and weeding and I think it's finally whipped into shape.
I haven't missed all the blackberries, either, for which I am happy. The bushes are loaded with ripe ones, and there are plenty more coming along so I think I'll have them at least for the next week -- until I leave again!