Wednesday, November 19, 2003

Ugh

It is pissing down at the moment -- we have flood warnings out, although I don't suppose we'll look anything like Houston did this week. Unfortunately the dog is busy telling me [1] that it would be a good idea to take him for a walk in the next few minutes. The sad thing is that he doesn't like the rain either, so he probably won't actually use the walk in the manner which it is intended.


[1] Not Son of Sam stuff, but of course the dogs talk to me. They just have a limited vocabulary. About four phrases: "I gotta go out", "I see a school bus/delivery truck", "I see another dog", and "I see a squirrel." The last three are actually fairly distinct, and I normally know what they're seeing.