afternoon he came home.
Chet's Homecoming
Chet here--I promised you some cute photos of my homecoming after the Roommate rested up. Here I am ready to jump out of the car. In case you're wondering about my history--I'm a farm dog. My mother is a border collie who had a wild Friday night with a handsome husky/Australian shepherd mix. And hey presto, here I am three months later (except for that time when I was some place else).
Here I am, pretty in pink among the azaleas by the front door. The Roommate claims to be a good photographer but I'm blurry here. She needs to learn that I move real fast.
So this is the purpose for that big wire contraption in the car. The Roommate said I needed to stay in here when she's tired. She's nice though. Moved this thing to the front door so I could see out. She said Willie, my big brother, loved this spot.
Making myself at home on the sofa, listening to the birds. I was relieved that the Roommate doesn't have a "No Sofa" rule for my guys.
At the Shamrock Foundation they called me Bubbles Riley 2. Look at my back and you can see where they got that idea. Luckily, the Roommate thinks Chet is better, since a guy could get beat up over a name like Bubbles. Right now though I mostly answer to "Puppy-eee!" 
The Roommate spends a lot of time on the sofa with a book in her hand. I thought about chewing on one, which didn't please her. So, I had me forty winks instead. And that's about how Chet's Homecoming went.
Hope you enjoyed. More Later.
And for other fence photos that don't stretch the imagination, be sure to check out Janis' blog, Life According to Jan and Jer .
