It is pouring. It is pouring enough that Emily took one look and refused to be walked this morning. Just looked up at me and said "Oh, HELL no." A little later, when the pour reduced to a spatter, she consented to be squeezed. But when I got home from writing she danced around with the little dance that means: "let's go out to the Other Place. The Place Where it Isn't Raining. The Place Where The Sun is Shining. Please!"
Alas, I have a dog with alternate universe yearnings, and I have no mad skillz as regards universe hopping.
Alas, I have a dog with alternate universe yearnings, and I have no mad skillz as regards universe hopping.