RAIN! Rain! RAIN!

Poocharoo is beginning to think she is a house dog. There has been so many storms this year that she is spending almost as much time indoors as out. Saturday night late she came in then went out when I got up to get stuff ready for church and fellowship dinner but I had to let her in again before I left because it was rumbling again (she is so afraid of thunder!). The rain held off until Sunday school was going then it just poured. It paused between SS and worship service then poured again. Needless to say the attendance was low for church and the dinner. Afterwards I hurried home to let Poocharoo out. But---later in the afternoon she came in for a couple hours as it rained AGAIN! Then about one a.m. I had to let her in AGAIN for the rest of the night! So far today she hasn't been back in. At least she can no longer wreck the storm door. If this keeps up I'll have to take her to the doggie beauty parlor to have her groomed. She loves to dig and roll in the dirt which is why she if NOT a house dog now. At 5 p.m. today (Monday) she conned me into letting her in for a few minutes until I checked and there was no thunder heard and it was bright sunlight. I tell you, she thinks she is a house dog now!

SUMMER----HOT AND MUGGY

Between the many days (weeks) of over 100 degrees and all the rain (way more than normal) the yardwork has gotten away from me. Thankfully, James has kept the lawn mowed, so the place has kept looking halfway decent, but my weeding of the flower beds is way behind. Now I'll have to snap myself with my rubber band for complaining. Last Sunday in church the message was on arguing and complaining and we all received a rubber band to help us remember not to do so. We are to wear it on our wrist for thirty days and snap ourselves when we catch ourselves complaining. I'm not black and blue YET but I have three weeks to go!