This morning I was surprised when I didn't find both of them in bed with me. I immediately had a pit in my stomach because the three of us had a marathon of murder/gang shows last night so I knew this had something to do with their disappearance. I went out front and sure enough they were "recruiting" on the street corner and flashing gang signs to the other neighborhood dogs. Bless their hearts, the other dogs just laugh at them and keep walking. Harold will say, "You betta keep walkin' my dizzle" and Chloe follows with "That's right, you can't handle this snizzle for shizzle. Boo-yah" They high five each other and look for their next victim.
I yell at Gentle Don and Bad Baby to come inside. They will not respond by their birth names if they are in their colors.