They get cold. We turn the heat up. And move their beds in front of the fire. .
They get hot. We turn the cool down. And we move their beds under the ceiling fans. .
They want to sleep on the couch. We cover it in blankets. (Well we had to after the black and white one, Jack dammmit chewed a hole in one of those cushions he is laying on. .)
We want the lights on, they cover their faces, and bodies, with couch pillows.
(That is a basset under there. Legs and tail on one end and nose and mouth sticking out the other end. . . Sorry for the blur, I was laffin. . . . and she heard me and moved . . .)
We love our babies.
All 950 THOOOOOUUUUUSAND of them. Actually only 6. (Doesn't sound so bad this way. . .) But still. . . (in my mind I hear that like that guy on Wheel of Fortune: Kaitlyn won 36 THOOOOOUUUUUSAND dollars!!)
They are ROTTEN!!! ROTTEN!! ROTTEN!!!
and i made them that way. . . .
And as always, do some Kacklin today. At me and my ROTTEN dogs, is fine too! We do that alot at our house. . .