Rufus was a bit wound up this morning, running full speed from one end of the house to the other. The cold front blew in during the middle of the night (yes, we lost power again for a bit), but not much other commotion; Joan had everything on the deck battened down. Well, one of our zero-gravity chairs blew over with a thud (Joan had folded it up).
Rufus was wanting to go outside to see what was going on. He stepped outside and the look on his face was priceless: "Hey, it's cold out here! What's up with that?" Yep, it was 56º outside when we got up; wind at 34mph, gusting to 46.
Ruf went under the cover on the patio furniture...
He didn't stay out there long. And when it came in, he was tuckered out...
That was a short burst of energy. ;-)
I get that... I think I'll pass on the morning walk and bike ride.
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