But I wake up the second time - everyone's still running around yelling. Place is a fucking madhouse.
And then I find out, some moron let the dogs out, they got away.. and someone called animal control. Lola is no longer our dog. So now I have an icon of her, just because. She wasn't a bad dog - I didn't love her or anything, but she was alright for a dog. Very small for a pitbull, too. She was the runt.
Oh well. It's a relief to have less dogs running around.