Spazz

So, I had to run to the bank through an obscene amount of road construction and back home. Unfortunately, I was gone far to long for the dog's tastes. Of course, he get's bent if you're out of the house longer than two seconds, so there's no real way to meet his expectation. Today, though, when I got home, he was nearly bouncing around the entire house.

Hm... Me thinks, my little Lassie-wanna-be is trying to tell me something.

I'm slowly getting ready for bed which, today, consists of me moving portions of my sleeping paraphenalia downstairs to the basement which is my back up sleeping spot for when it's too hot upstairs to sleep. Yes, it's hot in Illinois. In October. My only excuse is that someone forgot to tell something this is FALL and it's time someone turn down the heat. 88 fucking degrees, my ass...

As I was going upstairs, I had to go by the front door. As I got in front of the door, Sammy (the aforementioned dog) started to act like a child with far too much sugar in his system. A clue perhaps? I got my stuff, came back downstairs and went to the backdoor where there's a nicely fenced in portion of yard for him to covort around without my constant adult supervision. Sure enough, three steps out of the door and he's fountain dog.

I just let him out like four hours ago and he peed then. I can only ask, "What the hell have you been drinking dog?!"