I love my dog.

There are times I really don't understand dogs. I love my dog, because she is good, and normal, and in general cuddly. However the dogs that reside on either side of me are in need of being punted. On the one side, I have two English Boxers. They are cute and friendly, and they really like my dog. So much so that they have taken to dig under the fence so that they can spend the day with my dog until their respective "parents" come home and ground them to their room. On the other side of me is a very strange combination of dogs. There is a Rotweiler, whom I have affectionately named Rotten, and a Hound now named Copper. If you can't figure out why he is now named Copper, you may need to brush up on your Disney. Anyhow, these two dogs do not like any other dog, especially the two Boxers on the other side of me. There is a point to all of this background information, I promise. So the last few days, it has been rather cold. Cold enough to justify my dog staying inside with me while I attempt to sleep. Having mentioned that the two Boxers have taken residence in my backyard, they have also started a turf war with Copper and Rotten. For the life of me, I cannot figure out why. My yard is like Switzerland to dogs. We are completely neutral. Yet as the four dogs attempt to play West Side Story underneath my bedroom window, my dog has taken it upon herself to politely tell them to hush. Over and over and over. So, after working my regular four nights, plus my overtime night due to a sick coworker, I am rather exhauxsted. But on a bright note, my adorable wife who has taken up baking is making waffles for dinner/breakfast. She is so wonderful to me!!