At 5:30 I decided that I should do something constructive with my insomnia. Remembering my doctor's famous last words, as I left the office ("try and stay out of the sun while you are taking this...and wear sunglasses"), I had a revelation....an Epiphany if you will...
Sunglasses...

What did all of the delivery people have in common when they came to the door.....Gus could not see their eyes. All he could see were faces without eyes....alien faces...

I can see it now....Ringling Brother's Circus parading in, out, and around the house. All with an intent to de-stress Gus and acclimate Becky Blue Bonnet to her new surroundings.

If our neighbors didn't think we were a bit eccentric before, they will be certain of it now. I am thinking that if we have circus aliens with sunglasses, parading in and out of here for about a week, maybe G-dog will settle down....maybe....or maybe he will decide to join the circus himself!
And in the center ring we have Angus...the only Scottish Terrier that can see voices and hear colors!