Arma-gettin-outta-here

Somewhere around 2am or 3am, I was woken up by some frantic pawing at my side of the bed.  The culprit?  A very terrified little shih-tzu:

So I pulled her up onto the bed and she sat shaking between the hubby and I for who knows how long (I fell asleep).  There was a crazy thunder-and-lightning storm going on outside, which is the pupper's biggest fear.  Whoever says having a dog is good training for having a kid isn't far off.  It's like kid training wheels.  (Um, not that I have a kid, so maybe I'm wrong.  I guess I'll know one day.)

The storm stopped at some point and so I put Oreo back on the floor, where she was happy to go back to sleep.  Before my shower, I let her out into the backyard to do her business, which turned out to be a very good thing because about forty-five minutes later, the crazy storm started up again.  No matter where I went in the apartment, there was Oreo, sitting on my feet.  Picture me at the bathroom sink, looking in the mirror and doing my hair while a quaking 13 lb dog sits on my feet under the sink.  Poor puppers.  For her, storms like this clearly signal that it's the end of days.  So I deposited her back on the bed with the hubby before I left for work, reminding him she was going to need a good walk once Armageddon passed.

In honor of the storm of Armageddon today, though, here is one of my very, very, very favorite Eddie Izzard bits:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYeEdDVKA_o

Never ever fails to make me laugh.