Puddle jumpin'

It's been pouring around here lately--and since we live right next to the Green River and its failing dam this is not all that thrilling. But the hounds know nothing of sandbagging, clogged storm drains or flood insurance and were demanding a decent walk just the same, so we all donned our rain jackets and set out to make the best of it.

It was raining pretty hard when we started out and soon upgraded to "raining really hard." The cool thing was that the hard rain made really neat splashes in the puddles by the curb. Yeah, you can definitely see the asphalt patch where they repaired the curb last year, but we're going to call it "urban art."

Of course, the whole time I enjoying the wonders of nature in Suburbia I had two sets of baleful brown eyes boring into me, wondering how I could ever subject them to such torture. What was I thinking, going out for a walk in such rain? Was I crazy? Because of course it must have been my idea.

Harry was a little bit more of a trooper, but maybe that's 'cause he has a hood. (It's not brindle discrimination, it's just what they had at the ROOtique at the time).










But poor Logo... have you ever seen a more pitiful, sodden greyhound?