Poor orange birdy had a bad night.
Rufus was rather concerned for his well-being.
Stella, don't hurt him! He's my fave!
Um, I think I better hang on to him for you. You know, just in case.
Stellers tried to make a break for it down the hall, but Rufus wasn't having any of it. Check out his rebound off the wall.
IF YOU COME ANY CLOSER TO ORANGE BIRDY I WILL EAT YOUR HEAD
Stella has no shame.
And then our street turned into a sewer. Oh, the joys of living in the country. Not.
All of this will basically end up in our basement in the next few hours, and let's just say, it's not JUST rain water.
Hey, mom, my dream came true! A giant doggie swimming pool in MY OWN FRONT YARD!
Um, Rufus, try no.