You know it's bad when during the middle of Tropical Storm/Depression/Flailing Wind and Rain Ike, the dog wakes you up at 3:30am to go out.
Not because he needs you to let him out (doggie door), but because he wants YOU to stop the rain.
Either I've become god-like to him or he's that much of a sissy. Neither of which is probably a good thing.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
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