“Get back here!”  I make a grab for the fat, white butt as it leaps from the couch.  The white dog rounds the coffee table and dashes past me with a you-can’t-catch-me grin on his face.

     “Oh, no you don’t.”

     A stifled giggle comes from the direction of The Curmudgeon’s chair.

     “You’re not helping.  I no sooner picked up the Dremel and he was rocketing off into new realms.” 

     Gavin dances to just within grasp and bolts out of the room.  Again.

     The brown dog is hiding in her crate.  She thinks she’s next. 

     “Patty, your nails are fine.  You are safe.”  I walk to the kitchen.

     Gavin jigs past me.  He’s enjoying the game.

     “Ignoring you, naughty boy.”  I go back to the couch and pick up my Kindle.  I’ll try again tomorrow.