griffin, the new little min pin, discovered phoebe's crate. we had to get him out before phoebe came back in or there would be hell to pay. i found him one closer to his size but still roomy enough for a real house and set it up in front of the door which is where he likes to be best.
as soon as he was in his new doorless house, off came the good neighbor gloves. any one who walked by was told in no uncertain terms to piss right off!
monica's casual observation of griffin's behavior?...."that's what happens when you finally own real estate."
another universal truth is articulated at saints!