Kitty!

Occasionally, Gordon decides to venture downstairs. You know, after he's checked to make sure each kid is asleep and then sat at the top of the stairs for at least 20 minutes and listened for any sound that might indicate that the dog is awake and alert. Once it is established that Molly is most likely passed out on her bed in the basement, he gingerly creeps down the stairs from the bedrooms to the main level then seeks me out in the kitchen to beg for a treat, which I put on the floor in front of him only to have him sniff it then turn on heels and marches away, wildly swinging his tail and backside as if to say, "You think I need your treat? You added two children to my world, moved me to a new, strange house, then brought home a dog...I don't need a treat...not from YOU." And off he goes back up to the bedroom. [Sigh] At least he's still cute, even if he hates me these days...