Washed, dried, groomed all three dogs today. My back is killing me. At least I did nails last night. Payton. Georgie. Auggie, just for fun. I didn't even realize until I looked at the pictures to edit them that he moved his leg after I stacked him and told him to stay. Figures. So there's this hope chest in the basement and I put the blanket over it to take photos. I did Payton's first, put him on the floor, put Auggie on the chest and took his photos, then put him on the floor. I took a few steps to go get Georgie and hear a THUNK. I turn around and Payton is on top of the hope chest but his BUTT is wedged halfway between the chest and the wall. He had decided to jump back on it (MY TURN AGAIN ME ME ME) and because of the blanket he almost slid off the back. This could have ended poorly, when Happy was a puppy he tried to jump on the bed, and his leg got caught between the bed frame and the mattress and broke his leg, so I'm paranoid something like that will happen to my guys. But nothing happened except Payton looked really surprised and confused. So I laughed instead. A lot.