Well, Bug woke up this morning to the sound of water gushing into the apartment. While everyone else stood around screaming, he maintained the doggedly cool composure of Cool Hand Luke. He donned his foul-weather gear, complete with reflective-safety-strip-mechanism-for- the-safety-of-small-to-very-small-animals, and raced about setting up pots to rein in the deluge. Thank you Bug. Once again we owe you our lives.
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Bug saves me every day. From loneliness.
It's Bug's dogged determination to keep the house safe that I admire the most. No hot doggin' for that hot dog.
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