Waiting for the rain to stop...

I know I have been remiss in doing some writing lately. However, if you are familiar with Ohio summers you know that pop-up storms can really ruin a day of golf or fishing or canoing, so one has to get them in when he can. June saw some pretty nice days here, but of late we've been getting into the pop-up storm cycle.

They're not so bad during the day, but at night they can be troublesome, especially for our dog. If you know anything about labs, you know they go spaz when storms come. Well, the other night, we got a storm and Bailey lit out for the basement door. The storm didn't seem that bad, but she knows it's cooler down there, she doesn't see the lightning and she almost doesn't hear the thunder. Down she went.

We kinda left her down there for a while and forgot about her. I thought I had better check on her between innings of the Reds game, so down I went. Guess where I found her? Under a table in the furnace room. Is this a smart dog or what!! She gave me that "Why aren't you two down here too." look.

She stayed down there, under that old table for a couple of more hours, waiting for the storm to pass, and then she walked upstairs, wagged her tail, and seemed pretty proud of herself. What a dog.

“If dogs could talk, it would take a lot of fun out of owning one.” (Andy Rooney)

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