Damned dog

I woke up at five to do the covert operation of unloading boxes without her seeing me. She got rather pissed when she saw the pitcher I unloaded: "That's mine!" I stopped.

How can one exercise stealth when the damned dog is growling and barking at me in my own house? He woke her up over and over and over.

Still, when I opened the box of antique dishes. at least five of them were in little bitty pieces. These are irreplaceable dishes.

Not happy at all.