May 11, 2012

White Dog was just finishing the task of supervising Steve's unloading of groceries when the first big blops of rain hit the ground...and before Quinn was even halfway through looking amongst the bags to help Steve organize the putting away tasks, the rain was pouring down in buckets.

Thank dogness we had already taken a car ride, run all of the necessary errands and gone to the Park... for in no time we heard the raindrops taking on a harder ping as the storm began throwing hail!

Poor Steve had promised to meet a friend at the coffeehouse down the street; he could not entice any of the White Ones to walk along...even with the promise of sharing his umbrella and raincoat coverage. Instead they all politely wished him a good time and indicated they had other plans...