Heat of the winter

Half my pack of evil.









Normally I don't really mention my home life much on here, mainly just writing and pondering.  All writing and pondering has come to screeching halt of late...

The neighbor's dog is in heat. It isn't pretty at my house.

My normally sweet, sleepy little pack of four have lost their minds.

Machiavelli, super shiny, you can hardly notice the junk.  (Don't judge!  Remember I work two jobs and write...stuff stacks up sometimes.)






Machiavelli, king of the roost, has always had a bit of an edge to him.   Now he is busting through cages, and trying to lick through walls. Growls at any furry or well...any living creature that comes near him. He is a lot of dog to see angry. He has to be isolated from the other dogs for fear of their lives...well all our lives.

Raven, has a foot obsession.  I don't get it.







Raven, my little baby girl, has to be kept in a sad isolation for fear of her life. Some how she has the crazy notion that the humans in her life are to be her new wrestle partners since the boys are in lock down.

Snoop, the timid.  He looks rough and tumble but is more prone to wetting himself and hiding.










Snoop, the baby boy, is a shivering, howling mess.  Running around and tinkling on himself.

Mieko, the little.  Is half Pomeranian, Chihuahua and lion...well maybe the math is a little weak but you get the idea.







Then there is my mother's dog...who barely counts.  She hasn't noticed the neighbor because she is fixated on getting under the shed to get the random cat that has taken up residence.  The cat is not budging.  The cat looks anoid but is too lazy to go anywhere. Mieko is tenaciousness and is refusing to relent no matter how muddy she gets.