Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures

Something woke me up shortly after the storm began the other morning. I got up to figure out what I heard and Ray was not in her usual spot at the end of the bed. I looked around the house and quietly called her but got no response. I returned to the bedroom and knelt down to feel around the floor under the bed. That's when I noticed a little head peaking out at me from the abyss! Yes, Ray was sitting in the dreaded abyss, hiding from the storm. Poor Baby Ray has gone from storm chaser to storm hater and no amount of coaxing could get her out of the abyss. I left her laying there and she had wiggled her way out by morning. We're still surprised by her choice of shelter since she still stands on the bed and peers into the abyss from a safe distance. The noise that woke me up was probably her squeezing in between the furniture and the wall. Sweet thing just wanted to feel safe and close to her papa.

Dog Treat: Smarties

Here are a couple of pups who are as talented as they are cute! The patience and time these owners and talented canines exhibit is impressive. Bravo!

I'm ready for an end to daily rain and muddy paws. The floors and my clothes can't take much more. If only I could train the Rosendogs to wipe their feet...and Ray to quit jumping on me.

Nothing is Safe

Well, that was frustrating. After working on it for three days, I just finished my intended post with this title and it disappeared. I didn't know the title was a prophecy as well. Nothing is safe.

So here's the post in a nutshell:

• Ray & Magi eat all of our ripe strawberries before we can. Gonna have to move that planter. 
• Speck tortured a snake briefly and killed a new brood of opossums during nightly hunts last week.
• Ray had another clingy, anxious day Sunday, probably caused by threatened use of can. Then got stung by a bee on the foot. Back to self by evening.
• Sillybutt would not stay in out of the rain Monday.

And how about some pics: