So today, just this afternoon, Dennis has started acting all weird and spooky. He keeps wanting to go outside and hide under the shifflera tree, he jumped into the bathtub of his own accord, he keeps running around looking at the ceiling, he won’t eat a pig ear or a trachea, and he’s following my wife around like a shadow (which he doesn’t usually do — that’s Tucker’s job). We’re baffled as to why he’s acting so strange. There was a fire on the other side of the ridge on Camp Pendleton, but as per usual the Marines put it right out (their artillery starts a lot of fires so they’re really good at snuffing them). So what’s the deal?
My wife has decided that Dennis is predicting an earthquake. So if Southern California starts rocking in the next day or so, you read it here first!
Or he could just be looking for ninja hedgehogs …
