Polly has decided that the space under my computer desks is where BADDOGs go. Often I'll be hacking away and suddenly realise there is a furry chin resting on my foot. I haven't BADDOGed her, so something happened that gave her BADDOG thoughts. Today it's just the rain. She was 12 months old before she saw wet stuff falling from the sky and has never liked it. It's wet and makes a noise on the tin roof. But mostly it's wet.