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A couple of weeks ago, Dani and I had just finished the annual post-Christmas stuff-everything-back-in-boxes-and-move-it-out-to-the garage ritual, and were sitting back to watch a little TV. No sooner had we found something to watch, then Athos (Dani's 85 lb. half-Rottweiller "lap dog") jumps up into her lap to make himself comfortable. He's a talkative dog, so we're used to him expressing himself, and we tried to ignore his growsing and chuffing and general noise-making as he got himself comfortable. Pretty much business as usual for him. But, several minutes later, he's still complaining. Short barks, the occasional whine, more chuffing and general displeasure. I look over at him to tell him to shut up (it's kinda hard listening to the TV with all that going on) and notice him looking up at the top of one of our bookcases. On the top of that bookcase, we have a small gargoyle statue. It's about 10 inches tall by about 8 wide. He's been up