They bark at the mailman, UPS (he gives them cookies,) meter reader, the neighbors, walnuts hitting the metal roofs, and butterflies farting. They dig holes all over the yard looking for moles. They pre-clean dishes before they go in the dishwasher. If I wasn't sleepy, I could think of many more.

Good night, Figarosmom.

I wished I never let them help eith the digging in the garden. They decided that was giving them permission to dig anywhere and all the time.

Good night Bayard