Uh Oh, I thought. I dropped the dishes in the sink and turned to check on Ray. He was gone. I glanced up to see him standing in the living room with his rawhide bone in his mouth, looking my way, his tail wagging. I laughed. Gregg stood up and started "chasing" him around the coffee table and into the hallway - the usual loop.
I walked into the living room and Ray came over to investigate my breakfast and get a rubdown, then he grabbed a magazine off of the couch cushion next to me and flung it. It landed neatly on the coffee table. A good trick by a blind dog. He buried his head in my lap and grabbed the belt of my robe and pulled, one of his favorite tug-of-war toys. I laughed again. I fed Ray and finished my breakfast. Ray curled up in Gregg's vacated chair and Hugo came to lay on his back in my lap for belly rub. It was a fun few minutes and a few minutes of relaxation before another long day at work. I got up and got ready to go (after a quick post on the blog).