April 28th 2012 6:35 pm
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Middle Lad has two friends over today to play video games. Every time one of the two visiting teenage boys comes up from the basement, returns to the basement, or even moves, then I bark, bark, bark. The boys do not seem to be doing anything wrong, other than they all could use a strong swipe of deodorant under each armpit, but still, I have felt the need to bark, bark, bark. They must know who is in charge; teenagers must know there is a firm paw about, watching their every move, and I shall bark, bark, bark, getting Pennie all riled up so she can monitor them as well.