Usually, when I get home from the morning school run, I am greeted by two hopeful dog faces wanting a walk.
A couple of weeks ago we changed the rooms in the house around a bit and converted what used to be my DH’s study into a bedroom, so that the kids can all have a bedroom each. This means we have a downstairs bed, and the dogs think it has been put there especially for them.
There is intense competition for it and the rule seems to be; You move, You lose.
So these days, when I return from the school run, I only have one hopeful face at the door. The other face is attached to a body busy snoozing, usually upside down on the bed in my DDs new room.
Such a great watch dog!