Letting Butter Talk (Part 5)

I love storms. I really do. I heard once that dogs aren't supposed to like storms—that they get all freaked out by thunder and lightning. That's just silly. Why wouldn't you like all those sounds and flashes of light and all that water?

That's why I'm sitting here. To watch the storm. Plus, I have to make sure Julie's plants don't flood and that our house doesn't float away. Because that would be bad. Very bad.

I could sit at this window for hours while it's storming. Or sunny. Or dark. Although when it's dark, there's always this strange dog looking back at me, which kind of creeps me out. But that's a story for another day. Right now I have to focus on the storm.