Three Dogs?

Since when do we have three dogs?

It was Sunday morning, I looked out the screen door with my coffee in hand... "Morning Bubba. Morning Tootie. Morning Al?"

Albert had his breakfast, decided the dog bed on the deck looked quite comfortable and that is were he was going to take his morning nap. I'm beginning to think that he's confused about being a rooster. He thinks he's a dog... (insert eye-roll here) whatever.