A Laugh A Minute

Just a real quick post to share my nighttime adventures with the furries. Who woulda thought the furballs could provide this much excitement?! LOL!
Last night, Chewy, the psycho barking mutt began a new and oh-so-annoying barking fest and kept me awake umm...pretty much all night. I am so weenie like and do not want to give him any kind of medication because, well, if something happened to him, I would totally freak out. So I deal with his craziness. What can I say? I love the little bugger-loud barking and all.
(He looks so innocent, doesn't he?)
Anyway.
I was finally dozing when the most foul smell ever woke me up. Thinking that either Tinkerbell or Chewy had dropped an accidental load somewhere, I jumped out of bed to clean it up and see if the dogs were okay. I walked in the kid's room, bathroom, playroom-everywhere and there was no poop to be found. Happily, I went back to bed, snuggled back into my covers and was almost asleep when I smelled it again. The most nastiest poop smell ever. Even Monkeyboy woke up and began checking the hallway and bathroom to see if the mutts had had an accident. He didn't find anything and went back to bed as well.
It seems that not only did Chewy the psycho barking mutt have a talking issue last night, his sister Tinkerbell had a gas issue. Both were intent on trying to see who could outdo the other. Apparently Tink won because well, she woke both me and the Monkeyboy up.
Whew! She really stunk and how cruel is that to wake her non-furry mommy up with that stench? Oh, and the reason I smelled it so pungently? She sleeps under my bed, directly under my side of the bed. Mmmm...lucky me.
Once I realized it was only gas and not the real thing, I kindly asked her to take her smelly self into the other room so I could sleep smell free. She sighed, got up and left all insulted like. Imagine that?
Yeppers.
I thought I had seen it all.
Until this morning.
This morning, Fatboy was MIA. Monkeyboy and I searched through the house, calling his name, looking under the bed and in all his favorite hiding spots and we could not find him.
After awhile, Monkeyboy went into his room and yelled for me to get the camera. And what did we find, you ask?
Fatboy.
Asleep.
In the Monkeyboy's drawers!
No, not those drawers, his dresser drawers. The look on his face...priceless.
Never a dull moment I say.