(Rocky! This a very rare shot of him holding still. There must be something shiny distracting him. He's a sharpei-boxer mix, but amazingly, he doesn't have those wrinkles or that flat nose. It's a miracle he actually came out cute )

For the obvious reasons of course, but for the purpose of this blog, because of his knack at breaking through my windows.

Not the glass part, he's no Resident Evil doberman (aww so cute and bloody!) but he's broken and climbed through two screen windows in our house and let me tell you, I love my dog to bits, but it's scary as anything to see him clawing his way through like a Zombie. He's way cuter, but just as deadly...okay he's not deadly, he's adorable, but still!

In the area we live in, the Pacific Northwest, we get a lot of rain and humidity so we don't get many thunder storms. (I literally just learned last night that it needs to be dry to have thunderstorms and that's why we had them all the time in AZ...I'm a bit slow I guess...)

Anyway, so when it DOES actually storm in the area, I'm excited because of the booming that shakes the house the lights dancing in the sky, but my poor puppy disagrees. He's not completely house trained and he's got the energy of a chipmunk on meth (not that I actually know what that looks like...) so it's safe to say my dear little Rocky spends a lot of time outside.

If it were day time, there wouldn't be a problem because I'm AWAKE. But at night, Rocky takes it upon himself to play burglar/zombie/dog to break in and scare the shipoopi out of me. I don't enjoy being roused from sleep to scratching, ripping, groaning, and the all around zombie creepiness in the middle of the night. I've seen way too many movies not to know the tell tale signs. My friends and I have a zombie evacuation plan mapped out already.

But that'll all fail if the zombies get to Rocky first! I'll be doomed I tell you! Dooooomed. Alright I'm done.