We have another severe thunderstorm warning until 8:30 pm.  Sparky is grinning like the creepy Joker, trembling and panting like he is in labor. 

He took a shit when we went out after the last storm, so he won’t be delivering  a little bundle of joy.  That’s a blessing.

I haven’t mopped the basement floor yet.  Since Rusty liked going down there, that would be productive.  Sparky can’t see or hear as much down there.