DH and I had to get up early this morning. He has an appt. with the orthopedist in Texas today, to hopefully get the boot off his leg. We had planned to leave a few hours early to run some other errands on our way. Apparently no one told the dogs that we had to be up early. Dunno why, possibly severe storms in our area last night, but they wouldn't settle down in their crates, which are in our bedroom. At 4 o'clock this morning I gave up and went to the couch, only to be woken up three hours later by the puppy desperately needing to go out. How do animals always seem to know you're exhausted and chose that time to act up? Good luck to me driving this morning. Sure hope DH gets the boot off so he can drive home.