Cogito, ergo sum.

"I think, therefore I am."

Woof, ergo Supercanem.

"I bark, and lightning cowers before me."

In his seventh year, Wolf Dog has learned to apply the same scare tactic to thunderstorms that he's used successfully against postmen. I show you my ferocious side, you go away; we practice again 24 hours later.

About 1 a.m. this morning he alerted me to an approaching storm front. He's a master of the obvious as well as the subtle, I suppose. I welcomed him back into the laundry room from outside with a towel and a stern warning to knock it off. Then, for insurance, I closed his dog door.

He looked apologetic. He seems to know that works.

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