September 27, 2017

White Dog flopped onto my lap. "It wasn't even worth getting out of bed. It is dark and gloomy and the air is so heavy," she complained. She looked up at the rumbles of thunder coming closer.

"And it is going to be raining in just a few minutes." Sure enough, the black cloud bellies split open and water fell in heavy sheets. It was unusual for New Mexico rains; it felt like I was back in Chicago. All of the pups sat patiently expecting that like normal rains here, things would rage and in a few minutes pass leaving behind blue skies. But the grey and wet continued; we needed the house lights at eleven in the morning.

"It is cold and damp," Stormer moaned. "It is nasty," added Bella. "And depressing," said Sachi. "Makes everything seem sad," was Nilla's assessment. Zso sat next to Bailey, "it is too wet to even go out and play chase." Bailey pressed against her. Benson dropped his head on my shoulder and sighed. Pearl had moved from the watching window to the "safer" space on the couch and Opal was cringing in the office crate; storms are an anxiety trigger for her. YoYoMa pushed the front door to the sunporch closed, "too unpleasant to consider THAT space."

"There is really NOTHING to do," White Dog summed for the the pack. "The day might as well be cancelled." There was no argument.

Wednesday truly DID become wordless for most of the day.