Hello, gentlemen. Nice to see you. [smiles]
Nothing serious. You know how Crowbar sits on my chest and types on my laptop? He must have been scared of something last night because he and I typed a nonsense post. I left a nonsense post uncorrected earlier yesterday with a “dog on keyboard” explanation (you were involved in that one). Just silliness. It’s all wet outside today so he probably heard a storm rolling in. When that happens, my typing suffers because he crawls all over my chest, jams his nose into my armpit, jams his elbow into my windpipe—typical little dog nervousness. I tend to underreact with him because I had a 180 lb. Newfoundland who was afraid of thunderstorms. She jumped into my lap when she was frightened. My thighs were black and blue after a good storm. That was painful.