Slobbers
There are some very good times and some not quite as good times at the Casa del Whackos. But usually the best times come at the most unexpected times, and this was the case tonight. Everyone had crashed early, and canine snores filled the air as dogs were sprawled everywhere it was most inconvenient. Great, I thought; I'll get a little writing done. Then I heard that all too familiar high-pitched whine, and feel that…