We had a whopper of a storm here yesterday. I always find it strange that the wind dies down just before it kicks up to about 60mph. But I’m no meet-rologist, or what ever that guy Matt is in the TV. And it’s not like he really knows his subject. Many times he’s pretty vague, saying, “Possible this and chance of that.” And it seems that he is wrong a LOT. If I were wrong that many times in a week, I’d be in the dog house. But, yet again, I digress. It was the storm I was talking about, not our somewhat incompetent weather people.
By the way, there is usually no water here. So that’s a lot!!
I stayed inside during the storm. Being a little guy, I do not mess with high winds and landscape-changing rains. Or lightening, thunder, hail…, need I go on??? I’m more the comfort-of-the-couch kind of dog. Peeking out from behind my peeps at the storm is close enough for this Griff.
There are others that do not have these fears. I must say some creatures actually seem to welcome a dose of precipitation. Here is who we found in a mud puddle after the storm:
We can all see this is a MUD puddle, but this guy seems to be enjoying it totally. I’m not sure where he came from- I don’t usually see turtles at my house, and no water for a quarter mile or so, but, well, there he is! And a bit later, when we went out, he was gone! Swam around in my puddle and left without so much as a “Thanks, see you later.” The little bugger! The audacity! The arrogance!
I’m feeling a bit used and abused over this flagrant display of inconsideration. But I’m sure I can work my way out of it with an extra treat, some fun squeaky toy play and lots of extra Mom hugs.
I’ve go to go find my mom…