So Tricia had me bring the boys to her parents house to, “Go to a show.” I think I should have been suspicious when Tricia wasn’t sad that they were going away.
So, it was all a ruse to get the dogs out of the house (besides the ruse to get me out of the house) to throw me a surprise birthday party.
Gizmo and Gadget wanted to be there, but the party was going to run past their bedtime, and they wouldn’t have been able to sleep with all the noise.
This picture is of Gadget last night chewing a rawhide on my bed.