| Friday, May 13, 2005 |
| Farley Friday, Part Deux |
I just realized that I'd better lighten up today or else nobody will read or comment on my blog again, ever! I'm calm now, I swear I'm calm.
Farley awoke this morning at 4:38 am to the sound of crashing lighting and thunder. This dog can put up a fight when it comes to Dobermans and gigantic poodles, but when the storms roll in, he's cowering under the bed, paws over eyes, wishing the sky would just fall already, and saying, "Ooh, I think I just peed a little bit."
I hear Farley get up and rattle around to my side of the bed, rabies and ID tags clanking together. He tries to size up our bed, which is a thirty story building compared to an eight inch tall pooch with tootie tootsie roll sized legs. (I just had to leave in that original typo.)
Farley made it to the 15th story, the 10th, the 17th, and then the 22nd story and then licked my arm. Dakota snoozed away in her bed, unaffected by said storm or Farley, probably having milkbone and tummy rub dreams while sugar plum fairies danced in her head.
Soon the rain began tapping on the windows. It was a little creepy, like one-hundred Pee Wee Herman's tapping on the glass. It was one of those hard Forrest Gump sideways rains that was over by 4:53 am. Farley was still wired. I told him to go to bed and he finally realized that I was not going to invite him into our warm and comfy, almost, but not quite Heavenly bed. So he clanked back over and got back into bed. Good boy.
Is anyone else just dying laughing over Chuck Friday today? |
| posted by ieatcrayonz @ 5/13/2005 |
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