This incredibly mellow looking dog is currently a wreck from the sound of the wind. The wind here is intense in October, and sometimes also in April, as if it's sweeping out the season that was to make room for a new one.
Doggles (Lis's nickname!) isn't normally this anxious about wind, though she does go out of her mind at the sound of, say, a smoke detector with a bad battery--that sound pretty much makes her try to climb inside Brian or me, which, as you can imagine, is less than conducive to getting things done.
This morning, as Doggles and I were discussing why she was such a nervous little dog, I asked her whether she'd been busy with the espresso machine before Brian and I got up. She denied everything.
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