Rain & Shine & More Rain
She’ll shake head to toe, just to let me know, you can’t count on rain!
You can’t count on rain, no matter what the weatherman claims. Not like you can count on the timely delivery of the morning paper, mine lands in my driveway a bit before five, thrown blindly by some mad driver trained by Mr. Toad for Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride. Not like you can count on the timely tipoff of yesterday's Buckeye v Wolverine game, 1 p.m. sharp, Pacific Time, rain or shine. Not like you can count on the evening news, well, count on Google always being ready for you. You can watch the swirling clouds, wait for a break and when they part, when blue sky shows and the sun seeps through, grab your dog and pray the weather stays that way.
But it won’t, because you can’t count on rain. It’ll unleash its fury where there are no trees to huddle under, when you’re too far from home to make a run for it. So, you flip up your collar, pull down the bill of your cap, and slog back through the saturated neighborhood. About every 30 yards, if your dog’s like mine, she’ll stop and shake head to toe, just to let me know, you can’t count on rain!
These storms you can count on Mother Nature to keep us on our toes. The hail sounded like someone throwing steel baseballs at the windows! You're a good dog dad--during a storm, I'm grateful that my chosen furry friends are cats :)
Our dogs like to shake indoors!😳