Kontan’s Place

so i’m sitting here working on info…i haven’t put the dogs up for the evening, which means i haven’t fed them yet either. tchaik decides he is going to influence the decision making process by scaring the snot out of me. he jumps up to the window and scratches to get my attention. i turn around and he barks. i got the point. my dogs are starting to communicate WAY too much for dogs. if tchaik goes roaming blackie does not like it. she whimpers, whines, and does her best human impression to explain that tchaik is off galavanting and i should get him home. it is really rather funny, or would be if she wasn’t so pathetically troubled by his absence. alli on the other hand has taken to telling us off if we haven’t met her whim in a timely manner. i feel a little animal farm situation starting here. alli would be i guess condoleeza rice, blackie would be hillary clinton, and tchaik would be george w. bush. ok. now i’m comparing my animals to political figures. guess that is my cue to get back to work. joy, joy.