When checking in with the construction crew this morning, I asked if the dogs were giving them any trouble during the day. They looked to one another sheepishly, seemingly unwilling to answer the question. Finally Randy stepped up and said, "Well, um, yeah. About that Dan, er... Yesterday, when we had the lake-facing wall on the upper level ripped open, Homer kind of broke the child gate at the base of the stairs, pushed open the second floor door, ran into the guest bedroom, and when he saw us out on the roof, decided to join us."
So, Homer, increasingly neurotic in his old age, decided to investigate where all the loud noise was coming from and ran around on the lower roof (15+ feet up) until the guys could capture him and drag him back into the house.
So, Homer got a nice doggie-downer pill to 'take the edge off' today, and I worked from home to ensure that he would not repeat his command highwire performance.
The mid-level roof is where Homer played Santa yesterday.
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