our stupid dogs have figured out that if they tap dance outside of our bedroom long enough in the morning, it will wake one of us up and they can start their boring day:
on the rare occasion that tapping alone doesn't work, sir charles will let out a woof every thirty seconds:
and/or slurms mckenzie will whine as loudly as possible while banging her head against the door:
it's...the worst. but, like some sort of...good thing that happened, i got a package in the mail recently:
i opened it up:
and looked inside:
somehow, someway, g-wretch sensed what was happening all the way from dc and did me a solid. now i can ignore them properly!