Buford and I have this nightly ritual, consisting of me turning on the back porch light and opening the door, then he runs out and barks at... who knows what.
This happens every night without fail, until tonight. Tonight I turn on the light, open the back door, Buford runs out, and I hear one, "Arrff." That was it.
I listen a little closer and I can hear the pitter-patter of rain.
Ahhh... that explains it. I open the door and Boo comes scurrying back inside.
I guess rituals don't hold up well against getting wet in the eyes of a canine.
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