Damn rodents woke us up in the middle of the night, trying to get into our trash can outside. We woke up because we heard a CRASH! (trash can being violated), and then immediate ferocious barking and wild trampling of the bed and its occupants (us) by the Guard Pugs. Sasha was so upset and disoriented, she couldn't find her way back to the bed.
Look carefully and you can see the greasy raccoon prints on our front walkway. Evidence of forbidden feasting.