Rome wasn't built in a day, and our fence won't be built in a month.
That's okay. If I step outside of my little bubble, I can see that this will be a great month for the Detergent boys: Fab and Omo.
There isn't a box of detergent anywhere that will get these boys clean. They're at Camp Mothership and getting into all the cool activities they offer. They go on discovery walks in Smellventures, develop their creative side in Farts and Craps, get school credit studying pedology and ediphology, and contemplate their navel (or pink lipstick) in the new-age-style yoga for hounds: Coqueroche du Soleil. They have rejoined the pack of permanent Camp Mothershippers, and the counselors of Jack Russell terriers tell me that no funny business has gone on between the sexes. I don't care who has had what snipped. My boys go to camp to find their urdog and not get to third base, thank you very much.
Camp Mothership allows humans to visit. Captain Cathy and First Mate Ron encourage visitations, especially by humans who bring wine. I have been out enough that I (along with Brooke) have our own room there. At night, I can have special sleep time with my boys. They don't get to sleep on the bed at home, but at Camp Mothership, there are different rules:
This is how it began. Two greyhounds and one human on a single mattress on the bed. Now I know why Fabian lost his leg. Fate knew that Fabian as a whole would be just a wee too large for fursome threesomes.
And this is how it ended. Omo, a sleep growler, and I conversed all night: Grrr. It's me, Omo. Grrr. It's me, Omo. He eventually rolled over so that his back was to me, not his feet. I like to think that he was stretching into me for a cuddle, but there is a chance that this was his plan to take over the world–or mattress.
What? Don't get up on our account. There's plenty of room.
Although I miss the boys every day, I know that they are having a great time. When I go out there, all the dogs get excited to see a friend, but mine do more zoomies and get their paws all the way up. That little extra tells me that they're mine, and I'm theirs.
I'll end this with a few shots around the yard, including some of the dental work done on Omo and Elmo by Dr Chastity, DDS JRT:
You may have noticed some other species in there. Frogs on Dogs is a great game we play. We also get to milk the cows. They're not Jersey girls; they're Holstein hos.
Katy Cassidy 
MOO! My dogs say they are jealous and want their own mothership.
I am so not a snuggle sleeper. I could never share a twin bed with anyone…. maybe a chihuahua. 🙂 I do like sharing a bigger bed with Riley dog though… just not a twin.
OMO & FAB!! Yay, I missed seeing them!
Oh, there are those handsome fellows! I’ve missed seeing them, not that I don’t enjoy your witty words, but well, they’re just more entertaining when accompanied by a few gratuitous hound shots! Ah, bliss! I never get tired of reading your blog. You have to be the funniest person I know!
I sleep in the middle of the bed & snuggle both of my people. They say I am a bed hog!
Nubbin wiggles,
Oskar
I’ve got a queen sized bed which I share with Frankie. Beryl would love to sleep with us but she takes up too much room! And Frankie likes to move around a bit and Beryl doesn’t appreciate that and Frankie can’t understand why. So I try and make it up to Beryl by spending some time cuddling with her on my bed and then Frankie looks all hurt and neglected:( Sometimes they’re worse than 2 legged kids, lol!
I do admire your threesome photos! It’s easy to see that while the boys are having a wonderful time at the Mothership they do miss their real Mum:) Is that a real, live frog?
yes, thats a real emerald tree frog. theyre all over The Mothership. When it rains, they flop out of the pipes and are all over the porch. the dogs ignore them. i love the way they feel. theyre so mellow.
id love to have omo always sleep on the bed with me, but his weenies too leaky (catheter stuff). id need a brolly sheet. oh, and mark would go nuts. id talk all night to them.
Frog on the dog is hysterical..
Seriously, I cannot believe the frog on dog torture. Have they tried to eat one? Or at least carry it around in a very proud of myself way?
Very sad story that he lost his leg and I’m impressed with this photos of Fabian.http://www.vivamagonline.com/index.php They both are looking very healthy and strong..I’m glad to visit your blog and I’m waiting for next show. Well done!!!