Pocket at Ten Days of Rain

Thursday, June 13, 2019:  Today, it rained. It flooded the back patio that leads to our pee area.  We had to put on our coats to walk twenty steps to the front pee spot near the mulch. The constant rain on the roof interrupted my rest time.  I hope this is a one-day event. 

Friday, June 14, 2019:  Occasional showers today. The sky was dark from dawn onward  I noticed in the front garden where mommy had put an Amish wagon with a flower pot on the seat, that the pot flooded and the flowers all died.  I thought the rain was supposed to bring flowers, not drown them. 

Saturday, June 15th, 2019: Rainy and cool today. We did get a few sunny spots in between the showers. River and I pretended that we didn't know what the sun was because it's been so long since we've seen it. Our sense of humor has helped us as a species during the most difficult times. 

Sunday, June 16th, 2019:  More depressing rain this morning. Thankfully by afternoon, the sun poked through the clouds and dried the big puddles. We didn't get a walk, but that was okay. If I walk in the wet, then I get my paws dried off with a towel. I hate when that happens. The small hairs on my paws are pulled, and  I scream like an Iranian woman who just ran out of fish. 

Monday, January 17th, 2019: Finally, some sun. River and I were put in our buggy so we could oversee the yard work. There were so many weeds. I guess that what happens when you get four days of rain. My parents both had wet knees from the soaked grass. Wet knees are as bothersome as wet paws. At least the spring rainy season is over, and my parents won't have as many weeds to pull. 

Tuesday, January 20th, 2019: You will never guess what it did today.   It rained. A big sloshing Baptist soaker. The puddles reappeared forming moats in front of our pee areas. The weeds came back three times as strong. Not that it matters. I don't think it's ever going to stop raining. Soon my precious garden will be nothing but one big weed. 

Wednesday, June 19th, 2019:   Rain this morning. River and I have set a Google alert for the word ark.  We wish to stay together. But one of us will have to wear the strap on. Then there is a question of us both being neutered. How is Noah going to check that? He needs to intact dogs to repopulate the Earth. Can he tell just by picking us up and looking underneath? These are the unforeseen problems with building an ark
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Thursday, June, 20th:  Forget about the ark. It can't help us now. By tomorrow the water should be over our house. Perhaps the Yellow Submarine will come to our rescue. The owner isn't as discriminating as Noah.   Plus we want Mommy to come with us. When we told her about getting on the ark to help repopulate the Earth, she went "yuck." If we have a few inches more of rain, we will be staying at the Luca Brasi hotel where everyone sleeps with the fishes 

Friday, June 21:  Depressing rain was mitigated by a brief moment of hope. The sun broke through the clouds for a minute. We went outside and looked at it. It was beautiful. And then like George Clooney on the Andrea Gail in The Perfect Storm the weather wouldn't let us out, and it began raining. We waded back in the house knowing that might be all the summer we are getting this year 




Saturday, June 22nd, 2019:  A big orange ball was spotted in the sky. River and I are staying inside. We don't know what that thing is. It could be some alien craft coming to take us away. Oh, when will our friendly rain come back?