Going To Bed in July, Waking Up in December.
I went to bed relatively early last night. My internet crashed, so of course I had no other choice. As I headed into my bedroom, I set up the doggy gates for Heckyl & Jeckyl, then crawled into the giant powderpuff that is my bed.
All was quiet on the homefront. That is until something completely magical must have inspired my two lovely pups to begin Christmas caroling. They weren’t barking. They weren’t running through the house doing their usual high-speed “zoom zoom” routine. Nope. They were singing. Howling, and singing.
I jump from my bed, and there stand Heckyl and Jeckyl at the gate. They’re plopped in front of my door, noses upturned to the sky, mouths agape. They continue on in melodic doggy harmony. “What the hell are you two doing?” I mumble. They peer up at me, and continue singing. Well, gee, who knew that two dachshunds could hit such a fabulous falsetto at 1 AM?
I know now. My neighbors know, too.
I’m pretty sure that their new doggy gate was their source of inspiration. I’m thinking we’re going to go with the old-fashioned closing of the bedroom door tonight, so as not to wake the entire Eastern seaboard again at 1 AM.