It's Raining Cats and Dogs!

As they say, it is raining cats an dogs. This saying evidently comes from times when people had thatched roofs and if it rained hard enough, the dogs and cats who would sleep on the roof of the house, would fall into the house as the sodden thatch gave way under their weight.

Keeping an active young dog cooped up in the house in inclement weather is about as difficult as keeping small children occupied when they cannot go outside to play. Yesterday it poured all day, and today doesn’t look much better. Leaving aside our dire need for rain, it’s rough. We managed a couple of walks to the grocery store and back, and Suki longingly pulled towards the basketball court, but I quickly cued her to turn left and go back home. It was already drizzling again and the basketball court was no doubt a lake. Suki continually stopped to shake herself off and looked at me as if to say, “Can’t you do something about all this water coming down on me?” The front yard is good for kayaking and I wonder if the bridge at the end of our path will be washed out. Suki roams the house, engaging in occasional fits of running about. I kept her occupied with her favorite toy and bone and even did a couple of discipline lessons with her. I also taught her to present her paw and shake hands – just for fun. Later friends came to light Hanukah candles, and the children spoiled Suki and gave her a lot of attention. That even deterred her from the doughnuts on the table!


Last night was a three-dog night as described by the Aborigines – so cold you have to sleep with three dogs! Not only was it cold, but even Nuala, who usually likes to sleep outside, begged to come in from the downpour and try and get away from the thunder.