wet dog
I woke up this morning to blue skies and tweeting birds. Strangely by 10:00 am, the clouds rolled in and it started to pour! I love rain but the first thing I thought of was…”Uh Oh…the dog is outside.” Unfortunately, I didn’t have an opening in my schedule to go home. So…when I got home at 3:30, my poor doggie was sitting at the patio door, soaked to the bone, and staring straight at me as if I had thrown him into a pile of poop. Oh, dog.