There are two distinctly different things in life that when written on paper, look quite the same – rain and RAIN. Sure they are spelled the same. They are even pronounced the same, although one looks like it might be said at a louder volume. But right now I am acutely aware of the distinctness; there is a difference in quantity, speed, and duration of the rainfall. The water has been falling from the sky in buckets and with little break at all – for days. I began to get “doghouse fever” and took a walk in the woods despite the incredible soaker we are having. My fur felt like it weighed about 200 pounds – it was so full of rainwater. Unfortunately, I was made aware of that right when I was standing in front of Lucy’s little den. I immediately shook, as instinct requires when one realizes the fur situation and to lighten my load for the rest of the walk home. Let’s just say that Lucy felt pretty put out at my timing. The ducks in her pond didn’t seem to even notice. All that to say ….. the precipitation we are experiencing here now is RAIN (and I won’t be allowed near Lucy’s den for a while)!
Let the adventure begin!