Tail wags pups and kit-cats. It's me - Stormy - here with Wordless Wednesday. Oh... oh, I know what you're thinking. Sure I do. "Stormy... it's Wordless Wednesday!" Quite true, but this time I'm putting a little twist into it. You see, I'm going to tell you something and ask you to remain wordless about it. Are you up for the challenge?!? You must not say a word!
As many of you know, there is a certain irony associated with my name, as I do not care for small 's' storms. The night of the second/morning of the third, the small 's' storms were quite severe, so Mom and I headed downstairs to the Studio. I can get loud down there (I like to tell the small 's' storms off!) and dig in Dave's poufy bed and pace around without upsetting the rest of the pack or Dad. I am eventually able to settle down and relax - then even fall asleep. Mom does Studio stuff, watches old movies and plays with her iPhone when she's not rubbing my tum-tum.
So... like I said, the small 's' storms were especially bad, and Mom was trying to find ways to take my mind off all the thunder and lightning and house-shaking stuff. So... she let me play with ... Squishy Duck.
Me and Dave's Squishy Duck
Thaaaaaaaat's right, I got to play with Dave's Squishy Duck. (Mom took that picture with her iPhone.) Oh, I didn't even put a tooth on it -- I'm not that way with squishie toys. But he would NOT be a happy camper if he knew I had it. So seriously - you must remain wordless about this - OK? I had to tell you, though.
And Squishy did help me relax a bit. Thanks, Squishy Duck!
Storms (capital "S" Storms)