Woof! Woof woof woof!

Rasp rasp rasp!

I left the girls in the sun room. I hear a thumping tail against the wall. One is in a kennel, the other isn't. It keeps them apart enough that no ones stitches will be harmed by the association. Both girls have their sleeping pads in there. A doggie sleepover. I predict some middle of the night giggling.

Mom, did you take in the barbecue and the patio furniture and the trash cans? I think they're going to roll down the street and float away in the creek if you don't! Not even Gluon will be able to find them once they're in the tangle of urban flotsam in the Trinity River.