Ahhhh!
The 3 Pomeranians that live in the house my balcony overlooks have 2 new look-alike friends. That small yard is a seething, yipping mass of blond, floofy fur. The noise is deafening whenever Phouka decides to take a stroll on the balcony railing. And considering it's a glorious, sunny 65 degrees outside (of course the fact that he's an incredible tease has nothing to do with it) Phouka is spending an inordinate amount of time perched up there. I hope to god they're just there for the weekend and not permanently.