The boy never would have survived on the Ark...

You'd never know we lived in a climate that usually gets pretty hefty amounts of snow in the winter. I'm not complaining, mind you ... I'm a summer gal at heart, with the occasional yearning to go skiing once a season in the winter with Dad (although my skiis have been hanging in the same spot in the garage for the past 2 years...).

Its been raining here (literally) since Friday night. As if I didn't know this before, the boy never would have made it as one of Noah's "pairs" on the Ark. The Weimaraner breed as we know it would have been banished. Gone.

The dog won't go outside in the rain. All of a sudden he becomes super-bladder boy when inclement weather hits. "You wanna go outside?" we ask. No, more like persuade. As only the boy can do, he looks up at us with those big amber eyes and if he could speak, I think he would say "screw you, lady" and flops his head back on the pillow.