Barney the Beagle was adopted this weekend.
For the first time in eight months, we have no puppy -- neither Border collie nor beagle -- in the house.
I notice the quiet.
Then I kick off my shoes and leave them in the middle of the floor. There is no puppy to chew or move them.
I leave the baby gate leading to the upstairs open.
Then, I take Tag and Caeli, ages 5 and 6, on a trek across the road, around the pond, through the fields. They romp and sniff and chase each other.
In a few weeks, we'll tire of the quiet. For now, I enjoy the romps and sharing popcorn with only two dogs and Dewey Kitty.