.... you are seriously considering bludgeoning to death with a blunt instrument the dogs that, night after night, thwart your hopes of an uninterrupted night's sleep by scrapping, howling and yelping outside your window, leaving you wide awake at 3am, pondering life's imponderable questions, only to doze off half an hour before your alarm goes off, dragging you bleary-eyed and wobbly-limbed from an impossibly deep sleep...
The morning after the night before - butter wouldn't melt!
Two of the culprits. They get to spend the entire day lazing around in the shade and recovering from the night's exertions, while I have to get up and go to work.
I WILL NOT MISS THE MAE SOT DOGS ONE TEENY, WEENY FRACTION OF AN IOTA OF A SMITHEREEN OF AN ITSY WITSY LITTLE BIT!!!
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