[gasp]

I have calm dogs. It was not easy. I took Jack for a ride to the park. Then I threw his retrieving toy into the lake. Many times. Then we walked to the Dog Park, and he played wildly. I came home, changed, grabbed Casey, and we ran/sprinted/jogged (repeat as necessary) around the park. Brought her back, took Sparky. He, of course, wanted to race from mailbox to mailbox - apparently the pee-mail was just that good today.

Now I've got the Tigers game on, my feet hurt, and I'm thinking about supper. But at least the dogs are all sacked out.

What Abby learned today: taking a wet lab to the sandy dog park, then home, entirely negates the fact that I ran the vacuum earlier in the day.