Today, 3:30 AM.

The dogs struck again. :P

It got butt-cold last night, into the single digits, so we took Pepper and put him in the garage. He must not have been that cold, however, as evidenced by the following. At 3:30 AM, I heard Pumpkin start to bark. This woke me just in time to hear the jingle of Pepper's dog tags as he sprinted by the garage, having wiggled out through a crack in the door. So, leap out of bed, get coat and slippers. I got out, no sign of Pepper. I could hear jingling, however, so I called him and he came. As it turned out, he had gone next door to see if his friends that live there were up for some play in the middle of the night. : P I beat down my homicidal urges, praised him for coming when called, and put him back up in his doghouse. If he's warm enough to be an asshole, he's warm enough to be in his house, I say. :P Dog BBQ, anyone?