On the way up from LJ this afternoon it poured. We knew it would be a hairy few minutes when we could see that the trees by the side of the road looked like they were in a shower, water coming down so hard it raised a mist around everything it pelted itself against. Thankfully, the person in front of us was a smart driver and we managed to make it through the worst of the rain going at a sober (not highway) speed. Most of the rest of the way it was clear, although it's thundering outside now and has been off and on since we returned.
The retriever believes this is a sign that he must crawl as close as possible to me and he braved the inflatable mattress pile (perfect height for filing and for meditating and for avoiding having a retriever sit on one) that he formerly found too wobbly. Last Wednesday, he'd wedged himself between the wall and an upright treadmill when it thundered while I was out. I spent several minutes searching for him only to end up in the other dog's room staring at one pitiful brown eye peeking out. It looked like we'd carelessly stuffed a dog in with the rest of our stuff. To get out (not as easy as getting in), there was another inflatable obstacle (exercise ball), a box of hanging folders (stuffed full), a night stand with lamp, and a couch. It was like watching dog ninja trials.
So, thunder turns Dog of the Thousand Naps into Dog of the Ninja Balance. It even, if you can believe it, makes him thinner. How did he get behind the treadmill?
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