My dog is laying on the bed... he's always around.

I look around for a moment and think I see him on the windowsill but it's my fucking black coat.  Tripping.

I look over and see my daughter's mini shopping cart and SWEAR I thought I saw the roomie's dog.  Tripping.

Where's my other dog? She's probably finding a good hunk of carpet to piss on as usual.  Dammit she's getting old and is hitting the end of her time.  Hard decisions.

I let all three dogs outside and they're good and quiet for about five minutes, then

YAP YAP YAP!

They aren't little dogs either.  Big furry pains in the asses.