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Phew. I am a sweaty mess. I took Sophie Annabelle (who is in grave disfavor for growling at the nieces) on a woods-walk with me and she did very well for a dog terrified of everything. She got under the electric fence without getting either of us shocked (10 bonus points there) and only got the horrors once on our jaunt. I don't know what set her off but she was adamant that it was Something Which She Did NOT Want!
Usually I defer to dogs' judgment in the woods, because even the dopiest domesticated buffoon has keener senses than me on the best day of my life. Sophie, however, had a panic attack over my Mom's flipflops and just about choked herself on her own leash, so her judgment is suspect.
I meant to just walk her up the lane, but I could see the woods from the lane, and the wind was swishing all the branches and leaves and pollen were swirling all highlighted in the setting sun. It was like something out of Legend, and I couldn't resist it anymore than Lily could.
So we frolicked and flitted here and there. I was going to see if the Deadwoods were still where they had been, but the sky turned dark and the thunder started to rumble over the mountain and we decided getting our butts home was the better part of not being soaked or fried.
We got home before the storm hit, but I want to wait until the lightning settles down before I get in the shower. I don't know if you really can get electrocuted in the shower during a thunderstorm, but everyone in my family says you can, so I'm going to stay put for the time being. I may need a tick check before going to bed too...
Usually I defer to dogs' judgment in the woods, because even the dopiest domesticated buffoon has keener senses than me on the best day of my life. Sophie, however, had a panic attack over my Mom's flipflops and just about choked herself on her own leash, so her judgment is suspect.
I meant to just walk her up the lane, but I could see the woods from the lane, and the wind was swishing all the branches and leaves and pollen were swirling all highlighted in the setting sun. It was like something out of Legend, and I couldn't resist it anymore than Lily could.
So we frolicked and flitted here and there. I was going to see if the Deadwoods were still where they had been, but the sky turned dark and the thunder started to rumble over the mountain and we decided getting our butts home was the better part of not being soaked or fried.
We got home before the storm hit, but I want to wait until the lightning settles down before I get in the shower. I don't know if you really can get electrocuted in the shower during a thunderstorm, but everyone in my family says you can, so I'm going to stay put for the time being. I may need a tick check before going to bed too...
