This just in: It’s the End of the World, says Maisie

We haven’t even set February loose and already, we’ve received the year’s first growl of thunder. Usually we’re spared such storminess til summer.

This is it. We’re gonna die, Maisie’s body posture said as she forced open the mudroom door and skulked into the house.

I don’t know about that dog. If I were planning my last living moments, I’m not sure I’d spend them with my head stuck behind the toilet.