Mr. Philo moves the furniture around
the house when thunderstorms are
near. The stools move away from the
kitchen counter, the end tables become
objects of sculpture on his back and
the whole house erupts in panic.
Which means, human companion
(me) gets no sleep. After administration
of cheese laced with valerian tincture
for a (hopefully) calming snack, I settled
into the big leather chair to await
the passing of the storm.
Minutes turned to hours, a couple of
attempts at sneaking back to bed
proved fruitless, so the studio
proved to be my sanctuary once
The second side of the recycled envelope
kept me busy and sleep finally came at around
3:00 a.m. for both canine and his companion.
This guy looks as grumpy as I feel…..oh well.
They don’t call em rescue dogs for nothing.
Happy Thursday all xox