Carmen was restless last night. She got up many, many times. As her nails start to clicky clack over the hardwood floors, Simone sounds the danger alarm. "BaWHEEE! Grum, grum, GRUM! Glabba gum roo..." It's not exactly what you want to hear two centimeters from your eardrum. I have been awake since two o'clock this morning and I'm reconsidering the whole dog management program.
I was less than cheerful to discover that Carmen had spent the wee hours of the morning shopping in all of the trashcans and recycling bins. Trash was strewn about the bathrooms and laundry. If I could make a suggestion to the gods of evolution, I would humbly propose that they seriously rethink adding oppose-able thumbs on dogs.