This morning I was awakened at 6:30 am by two (obviously small by the sound of the yipping) dogs outside my bedroom window. And they kept on yipping and yipping and yipping until the owners finally drug them down the street and out of hearing distance from my window. For Pete's sake people. I am willing to bet my life that these two elderly, fully dressed, and clueless individuals were not from Alaska. Probably someones grandparents, who, unaccustomed to the sudden abundance of daylight, thought it would be a good idea to take the untamed and very noisey mutts for a little trek around the neighborhood. I hope they take a different path tomorrow or there may be an encounter.
Did I mention they were small curly haired French dogs?