A quiet evening at home

(Hint: when an otherwise good photo turns out blurry, I’ll apply an artistic filter to distract you.)

While we ate dinner last night the boys gathered next to the sliding glass door here and commenced barking and howling at whatever was happening next door. They didn’t go outside, they just stood there and barked, drowning out our fascinating dinnertime conversation. So Phillip got up, opened the door and pushed them out. Can you guess what happens next? Correct, they galloped around the corner to the doggy door and ran back inside. This is not an uncommon occurrence. I love dinner at home.