Hurricane Sandy is near landfall, the wind is howling outside, rain hitting the windows. The TV is on the weather channel talking endlessly about the storm. The emergency scanner is going and the calls are becoming more frequent, there's a tree down on our road and you know what my sweet dachshunds are doing? Sleeping. Not even the stern warnings of Jim Cantore can rouse the hounds. Just goes to show my three dachshunds don't sweat the small stuff...or the big stuff, or anything really, just maybe when the next mealtime is.
