For two years, we couldn't PRAY for rain. This year, it's monsoon season. Flooding everywhere in the South. There's one thing I know for certain: I can never live in Seattle, London or anywhere else that has gray, cloudy, rainy, CRAPPY weather day after day after day. Depression City!
This past weekend as I visited with friends in Atlanta and attended a couple of dog shows, it absolutely poured. The only thing I could think of was how totally relieved I was NOT to have my dogs with me. All those poor souls slogging around in the rain (some sans umbrellas or raincoats) imploring FiFi to "PLLLEEEAASSE PEEEEEEEE". And trying to keep all those hours of dedicated grooming intact long enough for their two minutes under the judge's eye. Oh me, oh my. Yep. It was glad I was that the Little Black Dogs were safe at home.
I was even gladder that I made it home myself. Especially after I just heard yesterday about the mud slides and tragic deaths happening in the Atlanta area. This is just one more case of that famous saying "Be careful what you wish for; you just might get it." And in spades, too.