So, Douglas and Jovie were on a jaunt, Shannon (my husband) was at his shop and a customer from Michigan rolled in, “You guys have Saint Bernards, right?” Shannon, “Yup, two of them.” Customer, “Well, they probably aren’t yours, but I saw two by the bypass.” Shannon made a call to me and confirmed that they were in fact our Saint Bernards.

I drove around the property and did not see either of the dogs. I walked through the woods and in the back field, no dogs. Finally Jovie came back after about an hour, but no Douglas.

Shannon got home and we took another trip through the woods, he rode the four wheeler everywhere, no Douglas.

It’s time for baseball (5:00...Douglas has been MIA since noon) and Shannon reminded me that we have had dogs explore for hours before and then return. Our Ellie was gone overnight once and she came back the next day (I was a mess).

On our drive to baseball a friend called and asked me if Douglas was missing, he said someone found him and posted his picture to garage sales on Facebook. We immediately got in touch with the lady and she was kind enough to meet me at our house.

Douglas stepped out of the car like it was just a normal day, followed me to his pen, and plopped down in his wading pool.

Perhaps the best part of this story is what RJ (9) and Lily (8) thought had happened to the dogs. RJ was convinced that Jovie had a litter of puppies and Douglas had stayed behind to take care of them. Lily had it in her head that our friend, Michelle, had driven back from Wisconsin, kidnapped Douglas, and taken him home with her.

If you follow my account on Instagram then you have already been treated to the images of Jovie in a sweater and Douglas in a hoodie this past weekend. I think that we were all a bit stir crazy since we had been 'trapped' in the house due to sub zero temps and wind chills for almost two weeks and this caused us to find creative ways to entertain ourselves.

There is nothing in this post that will teach you a new skill or that will change your life in any way, but if you laugh half as much as we did during the process, I have done my job. I may or may not have had a few beers last weekend and when I went up to my daughter's room her suggestion to dress up Jovie seemed like the greatest thing we could do at that time. I grabbed a little, red cardigan that might have been mine when I was a tot and proceeded to stuff poor Jovie into the thing. It was a perfect fit (though she has probably already outgrown it) and we were even able to get it buttoned.

After Jovie's photo session it was suggested by Lily (7 year old) that we put one of "Daddy's sweatshirts on Douglas." Douglas was a trouper just as Jovie had been and was easily dressed in an OSR hoodie. It was a little more difficult to get a decent photo of him since we could not pick him up and pose him, but we managed to get a few good ones.

Our dog fashion show spurred some memories of my sister and me dressing our black lab, Blackie (original, I know) in my Dad's t-shirts. Blackie also submitted to the dressing without putting up a fight and would sit there looking just as embarrassed as Jovie. Douglas on the other hand did not seem to care about the clothes and just laid down and took a nap.

Which animal should we attempt to embarrass next?