That house being the house of my in-laws, who are away for the week with my wife, having left me here to work my job and care for the family's pack of unruly hounds. Very hard to type this actually, as said hounds keep vaulting my arms off the keyboard from below with their snouts.
They don't like thunder, these dogs, and I have a pretty solid hunch there will be a lot of piss to mop up when I return from work late tonight. Partly because they're scared by thunder, and partly because that's par for the course anyway.
Other things they don't like:
- delivery people
- pedestrians
- neighbors
- cyclists
- rollerbladers
- children
- other dogs
- suitcases
- waste baskets
- sirens
- creaks/noises normally made by the house
- trucks
- sleeping later than 7 a.m., even though they doze all day
- each other
- being good
- walking in a straight line at a reasonable speed while leashed
- me, really
They are, hands down, the most unhappy and ill-behaved pack of curs I have known, and until my wife and her parents return, I am their alpha.
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