Shane and I are having a bit of a standoff as to the alpha dog in the house. He is on the deck, totally ignoring my commands to come. I am giving him the Evil Eye of Death. Obviously, this is not how to handle this situation. I really doubt a little conversation about him finding his meals and a place to sleep out of the weather is going to be a viable method. So, while one of us is literally digging in, the other one is going to rip the fur off that dog . . . or something. He’d better pray for the “something”. Amazing how emotions can just go wildly out of control.