Captivity

The poor dogs are sequestered in my sunroom for the duration of the construction project, at least during the day, while the work is going on. They have been pretty good, and the younger kids stay in there with them, using the computers, and taking the dogs out when they need to go. Sometimes, Circe fusses enough to drive us crazy. Today, I gave her a rawhide to quiet her down. Paul responded, "She doesn't eat those in captivity." And it's true. She saves them for later by burying them in the large potted avacado tree that has been moved in from outside for the winter. The avacado is responding poorly.