Neither of my dogs are speaking to me. Despite the fact that I fed them a frozen waffle with butter and syrup less than an hour ago. An act that they assured me guaranteed me Queen Status for life.
They are laying on the back of the couch staring out the window and taking turns trying to bust through the glass at the kitty in the yard. The kitty. Who is not ours. Who! Has the nerve! To be in our YARD!
And I am laughing my ass off because they keep smacking into the glass, sliding down it like they are fucked up little cartoon dogs and then doing it again.
I mean I know they are dogs but Learn You Lesson Idiot.
THE WINDOW IS STILL THERE!
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