Kickass

Kickass in the spring storm

Kickass the Doorstop Dog

Kickass, the doorstop dog, and his keeper watched the late Thursday storm come sneaking out of the cold western grave of the day, wearing a rumpled gray sheet, blinking flashes of discord and grumbling thunderously.

Then the rain was steady on the roof, almost like a balm; the gray got grayer, the rain came harder, lightning flashed, wind hissed, thunder boomed; and as night slowly exercised its ultimate authority over it all, the keeper raised his brandy snifter in a toast to the elemental extravaganza: “A spring storm is a damn fine thing!”

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