Year of the Dog…

I was awakened by a shrill WOOOO at 2:05 this morning.

The WOO was a commentary from the Malamute, elicited by the fact that all bedroom doors in the house were closed. That’s right, humans were not mingling with either cats or dogs last evening.

I don’t know if it’s just a coincidence, but it seems like the boys (cats included) have all been much more ill-behaved since they learned that 2006 is the Year of the Dog.

Yes, I think it’s safe to say that they have all copped an attitude.

Before I continue, let me state unequivocably, that I love my boys. Each one of them is unique and special in his own way. Imagining the house without any one of them is a thought that makes me sad.

Although by 3:28, I was starting to imagine what that house might be like.


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