A week and a half or so ago. Topper and I are currently at war. He has rescheduled his breakfast time for 4:30 a.m., and can't understand why the rest of us aren't on board with it. So any harassment before 6:00, earns him time in the garage. Let's hope he figures this out before we have to change his name to Steve McQueen! (heh-heh-heh that's a "Great Escape" reference for us oldsters out there) It's going to be a long winter.