It’s 10:30 p.m. here in Smalltown.
Hubby is upstairs asleep.
Luci is outside on the deck . . . I think she’s hiding from Rocky.
Rocky just came in from romping through the back yard.
He’s doing laps around the coffee table, up the stairs through the den and back down stairs, back through the living room, through the dining room and around the dining room table.
Stopping only long enough to sniff at the cat on the couch in the living room.
After three trips through the house, he stops and lays on the doggie bed next to the computer, and instantly falls asleep.
Round two of Doggie NASCAR usually starts about 1 a.m.
This is a relatively new development . . . and I hope he outgrows it quickly.