I'm not any good at practical jokes...
... and this ain't on April Fools day...
... but, once upon a time...
My dog, Milo, was afraid of thunderstorms...
So, I made it a habit of acting thrilled at the first sign of rain,.. and hurrying outside to the patio, to watch the storm...
This got my dog to like the rain,.. instead of fear it...
... and I thought I was so clever...curing his fear...
Well,..this became a ritual...
One afternoon,... the storms started in,... so I gets all excited and go out on the patio to watch the storm, and Milo eagerly follows, and we sit on this old wooden bench,.. like always... and the rain comes pouring down...
... and, after some while, I get up to set my drink on the table...
When I start to sit back,.. my dog, Milo,... is in my place...
This has upset the routine,...
I always sit on the left, and he's at my right hand...
...but,.. I'm flexible,.. and I take the right...
Then, I notice the drip,..
...steady on the top of my head... my roof has a leak...
...and Milo has decided that he would let me sit under the leak...
I look across to my left, at Milo,...as he desperately tries to avert his gaze... like he don't notice...
His head is locked in a forward gaze,.. but I can see his eyes as they shiftily peek over at me, and then, back forward,... again, and again...
He resists turning head so hard, a small, gutteral whimper escapes...
... and I wonder... is that guilt,.. or a suppressed chuckle?...
I got punked by my dog...
...