Not... Gonna... Do it

Lately, Sigmund hasn't wanted to even step outside the door. (Could it be all the rain we're getting?) He will fight you. This is a picture of me dragging him off the couch! The funniest part -When we go to leave the building, if he even detects the slightest moisture, he's flat as a pancake on the floor. I literally have to drag his sprawled out body across the marble! It cracks people up! (Not me!)