The neighbor's dog started barking like crazy so I ran over to the kitchen window to see what was the matter. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8!
They were leaping through my yard when all of the sudden they stopped for a huddle.
Hopefully their names weren't Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen! And, more importantly, they better not have been planning to have their after party at my house on Christmas when all the work is done. You know how rowdy they can get when you're out of town.
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