My Dogs are in the House

The dogs usually spend the night inside, and then are let out in the morning, fed, and given time to run around a bit.  When we all four leave, they're outside all day from this point.  Lately, I wait until Kevin and the girls are gone for the day and I let the boys back in, where they keep a close eye on me and my well-being (well, that's what they do in MY mind.)

Last night, Radar was hyper as all get-out when it was bed time.  He just would NOT settle down, and was even able to engage the grouchy old man (Hawkeye, not Kevin) in his antics.  I kicked them out for the night, and informed them that it's lucky for them that it's warm outside.

This morning, I woke up at 3, made coffee, and decided to see if they'd like to come in for a bit.  They were both in their warm dog houses on the back porch, but thought that coming in sounded great.  All of that lead-in was to tell about this conversation that I had with Radar.  I had cartoon-like voices for all of the players, myself included:

Me in a sing-song voice: "OK, boys.  I'm going to let you in, but you have to be good boys!  If you're not good, daddy's gonna get made at you and say:"

Kevin in a gruff voice: "Well, why did you let these boys in?  It's plain as day that they are bad boys and should not be in here with us.  Put them outside RIGHT away."

Me (sing-song voice again,): "So it's important that you're Very good and pretend like you've been in here all night, OK?"


Right now, they boys are sleeping sweetly in the floor.  Kevin even commented on it when he got out of the shower.  Radar barely glanced at him as if to say, "I sure do like this warm carpet better than my dog house.   I'm just sayin'.  Oh, and see how good I am?  I love you, daddy."

The end