I thought was a circus, but no. It’s actually Thunderdome.

Every single night the wild rumpus begins about 10 o’clock.

I’ve gotten the children to bed so the bickering and sassing and back talk has ceased. It’s peaceful.

I can write on my current WIP or this blog. I can watch anything on television I want without anyone whining about it. You’d think, as such described, I’d be in bliss.

But I’m not.

We can blame Roscoe the Idiot Dog and Winifred the Wonder Pup. It is that exact hour when they decide to have a world-class romp in a cage match.

Two dogs enter, One dog exits.

The wrestlemania event involves a great deal of chasing each other around the giant circle – livingroom past the kitchen around the family room past the laundry room back by the kitchen and into the living room again, bashing into walls and furniture all along the way. Where I happen to be trying to watch and write.

To punctuate the wrestling there must also be copious amounts of howling, yapping and growling.

It doesn’t matter how many times I hiss at them, chuck the remote in their direction, whap the coffee table with a wadded up newspaper to get their attention or poke at them when they run by. They stop when they’re damn good and ready.

It’s beyond irritating.

I’m sure you’re thinking, “You’re a fool. Put the dogs outside.” You, dear reader, are very naive. They’ll just do the same thing in the back yard and then I’d have annoyed neighbors.

Honestly, unless you’ve heard it for yourself, you simply can not believe the sound of a hound dog baying. I’m certain I’ve told you before the noise is so loud and vibrates so significantly that it makes my doorbell ring which then makes the Idiot Dog turn and bay at the front door like a moron. It’s a vicious cycle.

I also bt you think all that caterwauling would wake up the slumbering children. Nope. I think a Sherman tank could roll through here and they would sleep through it. It doesn’t even wake up My Honey.

All it does is irritate the living crap out of me.

And the big cat. He’s fairly annoyed much of the time anyway. That cat and I may be soul mates.