Gratuitous Domestic Posting (TM)

The Missus and I were awakened at about two ack emma this morning by the sound of high-pitched yapping. At first, I took it for a dog or possibly a fox, but then I realized it was the Seven Year Old barking in her sleep.

When quizzed about it later, the Llama-ette had no recollection of a dream or anything that would explain her vocalizations. As it happens, she is a spearhead of what might be called the Pro-Dog Movement at Orgle Manor, so I can only imagine that she was perhaps engaged in some subconscious lobbying.

News of this sparked a tremendous amount of hi-larity this morning, as you can imagine. If the gel's sisters should start barking and baying tonight, I will not be at all surprised. Also, I'll already have the diagnosis down: a slight case of Envia Sororis Mimiciae. Don't worry - it rarely causes any long-term harm, (unless Daddy is overly provoked, of course).

As for the Dog Question itself, as I say, the 7.Y.O. has taken the lead recently in trying to bring one into the household. However, the Missus and I have made clear that we believe there are plenty of animal spirits about Orgle Manor at the moment, thank you. Or as I less delicately put it to the gels not long ago, "We'll start thinking about getting a dog when you lot stop acting like baboons."