Vito usually sleeps in the bedroom with me, but last night he was such a tired boy that he pooped out on his bed in the kitchen.
5:30 this morning I awoke to "Bark, Bark, Bark, Growl, Bark." It was deeper than his play bark, but not quite as menacing as his "Mom I will save you bark."
I got up, and waddled downstairs in my pj's and big hair to see what was the matter...
The problem?! This vicious thing:
Yup, Vito was standing a foot away from it, barking away. Note: The air wick has been there for quite some time...
I shook my head and went back upstairs...letting Vito continue to threaten the poor air freshener.
Then it was time to eat and all was quickly forgotton:
