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You might think our lives are soft and easy, but we face tough decisions every day. Yesterday, for example, Typhoon struggled with his choices. He could go inside and curl up on his air-conditioning vent for cool Siberian air. Or he could go outside and roll in the fresh cut grass in the backyard. Which choice did he make? Visit today’s full post to find out.

Typhoon wandered through the yard with his nose to the ground snorfling for the best smells when he identified a problem. His bestest-brother-ever Roscoe P. was having tons of fun on the opposite side. What’s a canine to do? Racing toward trouble was the only real option.

It will not surprise our regular readers to discover who is most likely to ignore a come here command and answer with “You talking to me?” Hu-Dad calls us to come inside the house. We bound to the door. Well, most of us do. Take one guess who pulls the “You talking to me?” look…

We’d like to claim we didn’t complain. After all, we needed the rain. But when the falling water interferes with our walk times and our yard times, we might have griped a little. As Typhoon sat with the Hu-Dad in the pavilion waiting on a break, his displeasure was evident. On the bright side, Hu-Dad got to smell soggy canines all day long.

How to explain His Royal Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey? His antics constantly amuse us. Yesterday afternoon, a series of thunderstorms rolled through, so Hu-Dad postponed our afternoon walk for a half hour. That decision elicited the classic Little Curmudgeon response, complete with the stomping of feety-feet and the flopping of the body on the ground. You may not hear the dramatic sighs or the snorts of disgust, but the look should come through loud and clear. P.S. – Hu-Dad laughing and snapping photos probably didn’t help, but Ty never fails to entertain him.