This morning I woke up to a barking dog in my backyard. I swear, everyday it is some new wildlife that is out there. In the morning I am just not in the mood to deal with these things, so I walked up to the window, stared at the dog and told him. "It's your fault your stuck back here, YOU figure out how to get back out." The dog wagged his tail for a minute and then started barking again. I mean, HONESTLY!
I sat down on the couch to contemplate, said, stupid, barking dog. This is the moment that Valentino chose to rummage around under my feet. I guess he didn't read the eviction notice he was served a few days ago. This leads me to become greatly concerned about the growing problem of illiteracy among the skunk population.
This is not to mention, the camellia greedy squirrels that think Casa Perez is their own personal jungle gym. Thank God Arnold produced breakfast before things could get overwhelming. Also it is very amusing that Arnold has a lot of trouble remembering how to pronounce skunk. It sounds like something between "skank" and "gun" when he says it. I of course find this hilarious. This might disqualify me for the 2008 wife of the year award.