Scorpio round up

Lovely evening, attended a sort of group birthday fete for several of us with November birthdays. Good company and conversation; one unusual phenomenon was the gradual increase of little dogs in outfits who kept arriving with guests. We decided it reminded us of that old Star Trek episode, "The Trouble with Tribbles", where alien furballs proliferated exponentially on the good ship Enterprise. These dogs, several of them wire-haired dachshunds, which I'd never heard of, were quiet and sweet, but the host muttered through gritted teeth that he knew they were relieving themselves somewhere in the house, since that type of dog hates to go outside in the cold - there's one living in his house - and they'd only find out later where the waste was hidden. Good time for all, including costumed lapdogs.