Roscoe blames me completely for the misery of the rain. During the newsbreak just now on TV, the personality vacuum of a weather man said, "If you don't have to go out tonight, don't. I wouldn't even walk a dog in weather like this." The newscasters all laughed. Roscoe stirred and looked over at me to make sure that I'd heard.
This is high drama. I will get the leash and he will hide under the dining room table until I coax him out with a snack. If he could talk, he would say, Four people have died in flooding today and the police are warning people to stay at home.
I don't want to go out either.