You ever notice how your pets (mainly of the feline and canine variety) think it's the best idea in the world to go batdog crazy at approximately 10 p.m.? It never fails. My daughter will be in bed, dishes done, wine poured, and I'll be settling down to do some editing and it's like a switch goes off in their heads.
They can be knocked out asleep flat on the couch and I step into the office and it's like someone dropped firecrackers in the living room.
Everyone is at attention, the cats decide it's time for second supper (or fourthmeal...I believe they've seen too many Taco Bell ads) so start singing, and the dogs rush for the nearest, loudest, squeaka toys.
Occasionally I'll be graced with my boy Caleb's company under my chair. He'll contribute "the look" each time I have to SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH into the living room You know the kind, you run out of breath as you near the end, sounding like a quashed tire. "You can play but DON'T BARK!" At which time I get the cursory "whatever" look followed by a few minutes of tumbles and growls.
Ah a life with dogs.
They can be knocked out asleep flat on the couch and I step into the office and it's like someone dropped firecrackers in the living room.
Everyone is at attention, the cats decide it's time for second supper (or fourthmeal...I believe they've seen too many Taco Bell ads) so start singing, and the dogs rush for the nearest, loudest, squeaka toys.
Occasionally I'll be graced with my boy Caleb's company under my chair. He'll contribute "the look" each time I have to SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH into the living room You know the kind, you run out of breath as you near the end, sounding like a quashed tire. "You can play but DON'T BARK!" At which time I get the cursory "whatever" look followed by a few minutes of tumbles and growls.
Ah a life with dogs.
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