Yep, our Iggy ran all the way out to the back yard prancing around tail up, barking at the intruder back inside the house. The other two are sitting in bed with me with a ‘wtf was that!’ expression.

Birds aren’t real

Husband: I want one of those! /s

Wife: who needs a rooster when you can hear that all night long??

Yeah. I think there are two schools out there, us anxious types that have to have the room pitch black without light source anywhere or we feel like a laser is drilling into our brain, and then normal people.

Or the alternate spelling in our house so we don’t send the dog through the window: werl sounds like whirl