See, this morning when I went into the bedroom to check on the wolf, she was flopped out in full mope mode just as she has been since about 9:30 last evening when her internal storm watch system suddenly sounded the alarm and she dropped her tennis ball mid-chomp, tucked her tail between her legs and slunk up to bed to wait it out. Take a look at the photographic evidence here. Does this look like a dog who has any intention of going out in the heavy "tropical" rain and chasing sticks and squirrels?
The answer in short: No. The answer in long: No way, Jose. But then, like ten minutes after I took this picture, she suddenly sat bolt upright and started feverishly sniffing the air.
So out in the sog we trooped, me in my sorry excuse for a slicker, my eye ever watchful for foliage festooned missiles which might come shooting from the woods to knock us unconscious.
And now I'm wind whipped and dripping and way behind in my tiger painting. And the wolf is snoozing contentedly in a puddle of rain water. sigh.
P.S. See that little glint in her nostril up there in the second picture? I think that might be the shining beacon of one of the teeny Dennis Quaids, flashing out that everything is A-okay. Yup.