It's been raining since last week and not gentle spring rains. We've had non-stop thunder and lightening. Last nite the weather dude said we'd had around 15 inches and we aren't done yet.
This morning it's stopped long enough for all the dogs to get out and take care of whatever they needed to do. Sky found his adored green glowball outside in the tall grass. Samba, after days of confinement felt the need for a spa treatment. She found an area of soft oozy mud and took a mud bath, rolling over and over in the slime.
There is a walking trail behind our house. It cuts thru the woods and is quite a pretty place to walk the dogs. Beside it is a normally dry creek bed. Last night it sounded like a river was flowing behind the fence. This morning during the lull, we went to take a look. The creek bed isn't dry anymore.
This morning there were ten local schools closed due to the weather. Make that eleven. Norma Jean's school is closed today because of flooding conditions. Today was to be final exam and graduation. She was looking forward to seeing her friend Gussie. The class will be held next week and I've told Norma Jean that we'll get together with Gussie and her Mom this summer so the girls can play.
Have you ever seen such sad looking dogs? They miss the sunshine and they want to play outside without getting wet and muddy.
Last night I saw something that tore at my heart. Around 6:30 as I watched the news, a small gray squirrel, all wet and bedraggled, crawled onto the windowsill, curled himself into a ball with his tail wrapped around him and went to sleep. He was very wet and probably cold. His perch on the window sill kept him dry and he may have gotten some warmth thru the window. The dogs went over to look at him several times, but they knew he was miserable and they let him sleep. He remained there for two or three hours before heading back to his damp nest. Rob put food out for him this morning.