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</o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--></head><body lang=EN-US link=blue vlink=purple><div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal>I’m coming home from work tonight and as I pull into the driveway I get an eerie feeling. Normally, I’m greeted by a large chorus of arhoo’s and barks from all of the dogs in the back yard who know that they get fed dinner as soon as I get home. It is deathly quiet. It takes me about 2 seconds to figure out that something is wrong. I don’t even get the mail, I open the door to the garage. Still no sounds. I walk to the back of the garage and look out the back window onto the back patio….. half of the family room is on the back patio. Someone(s) has figured out how to open the sliding glass door between the back patio and the family room. When I walk into the house it is obvious that the dogs have had their own version of fat Tuesday today as everything that was on a counter or a table when I left this morning is now on the floor, on the back patio, or strewn around the back yard. All I could do was shake my head and laugh. I’m going to have to start using the burglar bar on the sliding glass door, not to keep a burglar out, but to keep the dogs out. <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>I made everyone wait until after I cleaned up the mess before they got dinner. I figured that was only fair.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Sandi and the thundering herd: Hercules and Emily (who barricaded themselves in the back bedroom and had nothing to do with the Fat Tuesday celebration), Owen, Chloey Sue, Daisy Mae, Bodacious, Havoc and Cooter (who say that Maggie Mayhem is the one who started it all, they just watched) and Maggie Mayhem – the 9 month old german shorthair pointer who said “Who Me??” when asked if she opened the sliding glass door.<o:p></o:p></p></div></body></html>