Ok, I know we needed the rain we got yesterday. Many areas are still suffering from drought conditions as a result of low rainfalls last year (or the last several years depending on the area). So, I'll never complain about a little rain. But, my friends, the rain we got in the DC area yesterday was more than a little. It boarded on monsoon. I had left my composting container out next to the garden by accident, and it completely filled up and spilled over the sides. The container is 5" tall. That's a lot of rain.
Of course, having an elderly dog that doesn't like to get wet isn't fun in these types of storms. I tried to take her out no less than 4 times, and she'd start to step out the door, realize the conditions, and high tail it back into the house. A couple times I swatted her bum to get her out and would lead her into the backyard. She'd step off the patio, feel the swamp of a yard, and was bolting back towards the door. Needless to say, she didn't do her business outside. Instead she'd walk right back into the house and pee all over the wood floors in the dining room and living room. *rolls eyes* Ok, I know she's old and can't hold it anymore, so I don't get angry when she leaves puddles for us after being left alone for 5 or 6 hours. But when she blatantly pees on the floor in front of me right after I let her out? There will be some yelling.
Around 4:30pm I notice that the rain has finally stopped, so I grabbed the boy, the leash and a bag and forced them all out on a walk (yes, I had to force the bag. damn things have a mind of their own). Less than 5mins into it, we're at the top of the street and it starts to rain again!! ARRGGG!! So we end up soaked and my hair took on a life of its own. I think the final measurement of my hair was 3 feet across. Much amusement resulted when catching my reflection in a mirror.
The short one and the fluffy one; circa Nov. 2005
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