We were at Emie's for a party last night. She promised a dying friend to hold a "birthday party" with her fellow classmates in her memory, but we were invited to share in the food.
The female dogs are in heat, so lots of noise and fights with "visitor" dogs over them, so I am up and down all night leaving out PapaDog (aka Bad Bart before his arthritis slowed him down) to chase away the competition.
our Killer Lab George (aka Whitey)? He used to get so aggressive that we couldn't control him so we had him snipped so he just goes back to sleep.