A guy named Lee came to visit us last weekend. I didunt meet him but he brought lots of rain and wind with him. He also brought thunder.
Lee was at our house for three days doing all that. Me and Jack stayed in our thundershirts the whole time. Sunday afternoon, that wind and rain and thunder were really really crazy-bad. Jack was okay but my thundershirt wuzzent enough for me. Mom had to go into her dog medicine cabinet and get ½ an Ace to give me in a piece of hotdog weiner. She duzzent give the entire pill becuz that makes us zombies. But ½ the pill helps us settle down and sleep.
So anyway, she gave me the pill and in a few minutes I went in my crate and took a nap. Dad said I look drunk in the pikshure. I don’t care. When I woke up, Lee and all his noise were gone. We have lotsa rain puddles to play in and lotsa mud to roll around in.
PLUS! Possums & narmadillos & wood rats are coming in our yard from the woods becuz of the rain and me and Buddy and Maggie are having a blast with them. They can run but they can’t hide! Oh, and that torn up barbecue grill in the corner of the back deck? Not My Fault. Dang ole rat shouldunt have tried to go inside it.