And as if I weren’t tired enough, next thing I know the dog takes off through the backyard after something. A robin most likely. Because he’d chewed through the damn leash. Again. Second one. There won’t be a third. At least not this same brand. Grrrrrrr. That’d be me. Not the dog. He says, “Woof! Woof! Woof!” I’m the only one growling tonight.