Yeah, I know...

There's tons of interesting stuff in the news and in the blogosphere today, but there's weird stuff going on in my little corner of Texas:

Alpha and I got up this morning and went outside after he grabbed Ankle-Biter out of his cage. It's our routine - AB and I check out the yard while Alpha sets up the coffee, then he comes outside and joins us for a while. We eventually all come together on the patio to relish the smells and sounds of a new day.

So what was weird this morning was that the dogs across the back fence (Sweetness and Luke and Barney, for those of y'all who haven't yet been introduced) were remarkably quiet, except for Barney, who was more crying than anything else.

Alpha hopped up on the fort (maybe I can get him to put up some pictures so you can see what I mean) to take a look, and sure enough, Barney was digging away at the bottom of the fence again. Same as he did last Monday. Keep in mind that apparently "Thanksgiving" means "leave your dogs alone for a long time" to the people that usually stay in that house.

Well, at that time of day, Alpha doesn't have his shoes on or his hair combed - he just rolls out of bed and pulls on a pair of pants - so he wasn't enthused about carrying any more rocks over there to slow Barney's progress.

So he didn't. He went back in the house, logged on, read the papers and stuff, and by the time he went back out, S, W, and B were under the fence and roaming the street.

None of that is weird.

Here's what's weird:

Those three dogs did the EXACT SAME THING EXACTLY A WEEK AGO TODAY. Not the rest of the days of the week. Only on Monday. That's what's weird.