There's No Place Like Home.

Let me assure you that after thinking you will have to spend the night in O'Hare with three of your best friends, while a fourth dear-heart sits on another plane on the runway for THREE HOURS, there's no place like home. Having my darling boys rush out the front door as I pulled in at nearly 7am - awake virtually 25 hours straight - was all the balm I needed to soothe this weary traveler. So, here's how my boys rest, for this week's Dogs on Thursday. Mugsy is indeed the little prince of the castle. Here, he reclines amid several pillows and a handmade throw (just beneath his belly), on the sofa.

Fred isn't inclined to perch up high. He likes his beds big and fluffy, and on the floor. (Pardon the dirt and drool; the cover is washed weekly, but that's not always enough for a true hound.) Yes, he generally is partially off the bed, despite the fact that it is indeed plenty large. That's just how he likes it, I guess.

So, since I've only had three hours of sleep in the last 35 hours, I hope this canine eye candy will do for a while. There's a wedding you need to hear about, a trip to Chicago with tear-rolling, side-splitting laughter, and so much more. There's even a box of books from Knitpicks you need to hear about, and a the beginnings of a Wick yoga sock, which enjoyed the flight into Chicago, but "slept" through the flight home, such as it was. I have a busy couple of days ahead, and then there's that book Mugsy and I will have to read Saturday and try to finish on Sunday...