To the Dogs!

Hi All,
Do not be mislead by the title of this post.  It is not a toast, as in "To the dogs"...  It is entitled "To the Dogs" because our house is "going to the dogs" quite literally (see will for details).  It is unbelievable - muddy footprints everywhere.  Blake, who is adorable, is not as innocent as he appears.  He was sitting at my feet, munching on a bone. I looked down and discovered he was munching on the chair. sigh
Baron adores his little brother, and feels quite protective of him.  If the dogs are in the car and someone approaches (like a friend of mine), he growls.  Blake is a survivor, and can take care of himself. 
All for now - too tired to write more.  Did I mention that Blake awakens between 4-5:30 am each morning?  I had better get to bed.
Botswain