Day four of non stop rain. We no longer bother to dump the rain gauge. Or even try to keep up with the mud. The creek behind the house is overflowing.
Dorothy The Cat hates the rain. She screams at the door, I open it, she sees the rain, slaps my ankle, and struts away. She spends a rainy day following me around and slapping me on the ankle. I don’t know if I should be mad at her or flattered that she thinks I can control the rain. That’s what she does on day one. By day four, she has taken to sitting on top of the refrigerator (maybe I should get worried about just how much more rain we are going to get?) giving me evil look and screaming at me.
Dobie The Dopie Dog had nasty dental surgery on Tuesday (day two). He also hates the rain in addition to not feeling very well. He has finally mastered the trick of peeing off the porch. It’s a boy thing.
Nice day for a nap…