Sitting here quietly by yourself, I see. None of the boys staggered in from that binge out in the back yard, I see. Well, they'll wake up as soon as the dogs start running around and licking their faces. There's Poppy now, making a bee-line for Rap. Oops! I shoulda warned him that she's a crotch dog. . . guess he knows now. The pit bull Cinnamon will gently wake Amos. She's a sweetheart, but wait, she turned to wag at Poppy and thwacked Amos with her wagging tail. I should have warned him--it's like a bull whip when she's happy. Bam bam bam before you've had time to move. They'll survive.