We were on our way out this afternoon to take the dogs on a walk in the woods. I was a bit slow in the hallway, struggling to get my boots on, gingerly pulling them over my bad foot. The next minute, my neighbour's dogs - both lovely labradoodles - were both in our house, sniffing around, one went straight upstairs and the other made a beeline for the kitchen. Turns out they had escaped while she was sweeping the driveway.
This turned Bear and Monty into a raving mess, while OH was trying to strap them into the car. We made some sort of joke about swapping dogs... and she very tellingly said 'I'll have Monty - Bear wears me out! ' - she's been extremely kind, looking after Bear when we have been sorting out things over at my Mom's house (we take Monty with us, he's perfectly trust worthy) but feel I may have reached my limit of doggy day care at her house after that comment

. Although as OH and I chatted later, her dogs are no angels, either, after that house invasion!