So last night I'm dead asleep and one of my dogs decides to go spastic. I'm going to be on-call this week, which means little if any sleep for the week. So I'm yelling at him to STFU, so I could return to oblivion.
He woke me up twice. My other dog was just as PO'd as I was his slumber was interrupted. In the morning as I'm getting into my Jeep, I noticed a cigarette butt on the ground. I don't smoke, and since we got a hell of a lot of rain the last few days that was a fresh butt.
So last night I had a Prowler poking around the house. My (attentive) dog let me know, but I was too lazy (along with my other dog) to get up and investigate. If I had an ounce of sense in my head, I would have thrown on some clothes and investigated with my Sig and Maglite.
Alas, I failed. You can bet your last can of beans that from now on I'll be investigating everything at Natog's Ranch.