We really don’t get too many of these days here in town; but when it does happen, everyone and everything seems to slow down. We all sit by our windows for at least a few minutes and gaze out at the rain hitting the sidewalk. Our minds transcend and relax for a little. Worries are thrown out the window and our memories all but take over our existence. Senses explode with fear, love, hate and awe and when its all finished, we realize that there’s nothing left. Not even the minute little something that we had when this whole experience started. Not even that.

Ah. To be this dog. He stays inside at night and wimpers when there’s even a little hint of cold harsh weather. He’s allowed in when he wants and goes out when he wants. But most of all, he sleeps when he wants; wherever he wants.

Wrangler isn’t lazy all the time. He works hard, parties hard, and crashes even harder!

It’s tough being my dog.