Thunderstorming now, and Belle is practically attached to my feet.
Murphy? No fear or concern there. He's snoozing on his dog bed, oblivious. But poor Belle...she's not happy.
Meanwhile, down the block, my neighbor who sits around collecting welfare for a sham medical condition--he claims that Eczema on his hands won't let him work--just spent some of that welfare cash to buy himself a new Confederate flag, which he proudly hung up outside his house yesterday. Apparently the Eczema didn't keep him from putting up his new flagpole.