stop judging me

Has your dog ever looked at you like he thought you were losing your mind? This morning as I was about to open the sliding glass door to the porch which leads to the screen door that Murphy runs out each morning, I noticed a large spider web extending from the rattan love seat to the ceiling. It was impassable. I grabbed a broom and opened the door just enough to try to knock it down. I'm waving the broom in the air like a maniac while an impatient Murphy seemed to be thinking "Can you experience your halluciantions after I take a leak . . . please?"