After Lunch...

Pushkin rests keeping his eyes open for trouble. He doesn't like to miss the opportunity.
He noticed me taking time off to blip and looked up.
"I think we're in for a bit of a storm.", he said, as the first drops of rain started to fall.
"I take it you would like to come in then."
I opened the door.
"Nice lunch we had today!", chorused the four grateful dogs.