Max

I was listening to a loudmouth at work the other day. He was telling me how his dog Max wasn’t cowed by all of the recent, late night thunderstorms that have been striking our area.

“That’s amazing,” I said. “My dog General Sherman has been a little taken aback by them. He can hardly get his cigar lit when the big ones shake the house, but after that and a toddy he seems to settle.”

Max... stupid dog.