Shane is standing by the door; there is no way he is going outside again – since he was just out – because the big wind has brought rain that is pouring down. I do not want to smell wet dog; I do not want to have a wet dog shake on me. He feels the spirit of adventure, I think, seeing himself standing noble-like, face into the wind. I’m sorry Shane, but I’m just not up to letting you be your Walter Mitty self today. So go climb in the big leather chair, curl up and dream Lassie dreams.