The weather can change quickly, so get out there when it’s just right.  It would have been perfect if Sparky would have gotten me a beer.  I’ve shown him the old commercials where the dog fetches beer, and he wasn’t impressed.  Sparky said he could do that, but right now he had to keep an eye on the chipmunks.

Three hours later, and a thunderstorm is rolling in.  Sparky is anxious, but he can sit on his own damn lap. I’m going to get a beer.

No, of course Sparky can sit on my lap.  After I get another beer, we are going to make a blanket fort and wait out the storm under the dining room table.