Forecasters predicted a slight risk for violent weather this afternoon so I headed out from work a little early. Jilda heads to work at two on Thursday so I wanted to get home to be with the pups in case there was stormy weather.
Our dogs prove Bob Dylan was right when he sang, "It don't take a weatherman to know which way the wind blows." Our critters let us know bad weather approaches.
When Jilda left, I walked to the deck to get an analog weather forecast. The clouds weren't dark, but the trees swayed in the wind like hula dancers. All three dogs were underfoot.
As it turns out, the wind blew hard but the storms moved off to the east. but distant thunder was enough to have Taz the wonder dog reaching up to get into my lap.
When she looks at me with that little otter face, I cannot refuse her. Ol' Hook looks at her, then at Caillou, before looking at me. He's deaf and totally confused as to why everyone is so excited. All he wants to do is play fetch with a tree limb about the size of the business end of a Louisville Slugger Baseball Bat.
Before settling down on the steps of the back deck for a while, I snapped a picture of Taz.
Hope you all have a great Friday and weekend.
Our dogs prove Bob Dylan was right when he sang, "It don't take a weatherman to know which way the wind blows." Our critters let us know bad weather approaches.
When Jilda left, I walked to the deck to get an analog weather forecast. The clouds weren't dark, but the trees swayed in the wind like hula dancers. All three dogs were underfoot.
As it turns out, the wind blew hard but the storms moved off to the east. but distant thunder was enough to have Taz the wonder dog reaching up to get into my lap.
When she looks at me with that little otter face, I cannot refuse her. Ol' Hook looks at her, then at Caillou, before looking at me. He's deaf and totally confused as to why everyone is so excited. All he wants to do is play fetch with a tree limb about the size of the business end of a Louisville Slugger Baseball Bat.
Before settling down on the steps of the back deck for a while, I snapped a picture of Taz.
Hope you all have a great Friday and weekend.
Taz defines the term 'adorable'!
ReplyDelete'Watching storm chasers' news footage with awe and trepidation, both.
Taz is gorgeous. Which you know.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful weekend.
Taz is so cute... animals can figure out weather faster than the weatherman :-) xox
ReplyDeleteHope your Friday is a fantastic one too!
ReplyDeleteWhat a cute little ball of fluff that Taz.
ReplyDeleteHope the weather takes a turn for the better so you can have good weekend weather.
Hugs, Julia
If the leaves face a certain way, you know a storm is approaching. Taz is a cutie and glad she has a lap to be comforted
ReplyDeleteSuch a cute and expressive face.
ReplyDeleteOh isn't someone so cute looking
ReplyDeleteShe's precious!!
ReplyDeleteAwwww...love that little face! Taz looks like a dog my friend Donna had. His name was Sam and was a frequent walker with us in his prime. He's gone now and I miss those walking days with him! Glad the storm moved away!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the read, love a dog story no matter how short. Catching up chasing the cell signal!
ReplyDeleteAwww, so cute!! I hope the storm wasn't too bad!
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