It was the end of an exhausting weekend. We had fun and crossed several projects off the TODO list. We both needed a scene to wind down.
Because we planned on being a little noisy, we set it up in the garage. Sleeping bags layered on the floor, paddles and floggers lined on on the table saw. After a good flogging and some time spent on my knees, Dragon prepared to spank me.
Then it started.
Yip, yip, yip, HOWL.
Our local coyote had a litter of puppies and they were hanging out in our yard for the evening. Knowing that they were right outside the window of the garage was very unnerving! Fingernails on the chalk board kind of thing.
Instead of ending our session with a little love making, I got redressed and we returned to the bedroom.
Here is the question of the day. Why did the dog pick that moment to go potty? He whimpered and whined enough to let us know he REALLY had to go. And RIGHT NOW! It wouldn't wait! Dragon slipped on his shoes, picked up my little Colt Mustang and walked the dog for me.
New rule. Only Dragon walks the dogs after dark and he will walk them armed until these little coyote pups move on.
It was disturbing way to end a very nice weekend. :/