This is the pattern:
My dogs are quiet sleeping angels all morning. And then Dylan goes down for his nap and suddenly they are barking, squirrel-chasing, into-everything, humping machines. Nothing in the world makes my blood boil than finally getting the toddler to sleep and having the three of them bark incessantly. Most of the time he doesn't even wake up, but I spend those two hours giving the pups the evil eye.
