Last night during the storm (we received 0.11" of rain in the gauge, and the storm lasted about three hours), the girl dog decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and got under the covers in bed with me. She is a long-haired girl, and it was hot under the covers, so in addition to panting because of the anxiety I assumed she was panting because she was hot, so I lifted the covers just enough so her nose would stick out, assuming that that air would be cooler than the air under the covers and it would be helpful. Who knows, but that is what I did and that was the rationale. She did not croak from heat exhaustion, she did not croak from fear, but he also did not go outside for about 12 hours. Obviously, fear also contracts the sphincters (do dogs have as many as people?), so that was a good thing, but she was indeed ready to venture outside early this morning.
It's Friday, Jody and I have watched four nights in a row of the National Parks documentary on PBS, so we are too far into it not to watch the one tonight. How long is this documentary? Whatever the duration, we are in...we've gone too far, we have to see this thing through until the end.
Tomorrow we are going to see Chip and JoJo.
Deeds, Actions, Changes, STORMS, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!
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