9/18/08

Hurricane Fatigue

Being an evacuee can be so draining. Sleeping on floors, eating MRE's and no access to the DVR sure does take its toll. No one has been effected as severely as Mr. Sonny T. Pug. (The 'T' stands for The.) Sonny has spent the last 48 hours recovering from his harrowing experience. He's devoted 90 percent of his time to R&R. The other 10 percent of the time he is chasing the cat. Or standing outside the door of the spare bedroom and barking because he just KNOWS the evacuees now staying with us have their two cats in their. And by god, no cat rests in STP's house.

The poor little fellow spent the past two days helping his daddy pull down all the fencing in our yard and disposing of wayward branches. Its practically a crime to be worked as hard a Sonny has been. Its a balmy 72 degrees out and how dare we ask Sonny to actually let his feet touch the grass in such unreasonable conditions. Also, we are on a Low Cheese Alert and STP is having to conserve his daily intake of dairy. This is not going over well. Perhaps someone should call the Humane Society and report the abuse.

Clearly this is a dog that isn't being cared for:


After five long days in exile, Sonny rests with his Daddy. Coordinating all that disaster relief is exhausting.


And this shot says it all: "Put down the camera, Hussy, and step away from my Daddy. We are restin'."

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