Dogs! I'll take a minute to tell you about Blu and Zara. Their pajama party went very well until 3 a.m. when both hubby and I woke up (for some dang reason unkown to us both). My hubby got up and headed towards the door, the dogs did the same. The three of them stood at the doorway and hubby went first out into other room where it was congested with "stuff" making the walking path small, but the dogs proceeded behind, one at a time. It was dark in the room, and one of them got "testy" and suddenly before you knew it, table, chairs and planters were being moved to new locations. Lots of deep growling, snarling, claws scratching the floor, husband growling too. I bolted outta bed to get the "broom" (don't want to lose an arm breakin up the scuffle), but before I got to the doorway it was over. WHEW! Since then they have become the best of friends, I am walking them on one lead, and they don't seem to mind the occasional bump from me losing my place on the sidewalk. It's true it's easier to walk two than one! So, our furry friends (this includes the hubby as some of you know he has the "Santa" beard going) have found their place in my "pack". I do get many double looks from the cars going by with big grins at the sight of the "little" old lady walking these very big and powerful dogs!
