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The new addition has pierced the main house at last. We knew it would, but I’ve been banished to my office with all four of the dogs. Not because the dogs wanted to come up, but because the workmen couldn’t tear out a door, replace it with a window, and make more wall where they split the difference. Pippin especially is unhappy at being excluded from all the excitement. He’s pacing, and starting to be more descrutive than normal with some of the stuffed dog toys. A Santa snowman that has survived since last Christmas may bite the dust from his worrying at it. Sasquatch is a little worried about all the banging downstairs, but he’s settled down with Phouka on the dog bed. Jimmy is pacing to, but it’s a different level of pacing between a two-year-old dog and a fifteen-year-old dog. But they’d both like to investigate what’s happening downstairs. They probably wouldn’t want to stay with all the noise, but they’d like to investigate. Funny that the full-blooded pugs are much calmer and less worried about it. Jimmy being half beagle, and Pippin being half boxer, one quarter Brittany, it just seems to make them both more interested in patrolling the area.
I’m still listening to Dean Martin croon Christmas carols. Late yesterday I was finally able to switch to Nickleback, but mornings this week have been Christmas with Dean. Sigh.