On the twentieth day of Dog-mas

[necturus]

We are all here in upstate New York: my brother, my nephew, my friend M, my father, and I. I am camped out in the living room with Loki, who seems to have spent most of the night exploring my father's house and growling at things. He kept coming back to me and snorting, so my night's sleep was intermittent. It's the return of Hyperdog. I had forgotten how much Loki loves exploring new worlds and new civilizations.

But now that it's morning and I'm awake, he's back under his blanket, quiet as a mouse.

Mouse. That's probably the problem; this house has mice. Mice are the ultimate laser pointer as far as Loki is concerned, and they're nocturnal, which means I shouldn't expect much sleep tomorrow night, either.

I'm more amused than annoyed, though.