A dry day in Salem. After what seems like weeks of rain and/or snow, small patches of blue sky peeked through the gray clouds. I had almost forgotten how great it was to be at the dog park in dry weather.
For the most part, I don't think the dogs really mind the weather. But the human companions seem in better spirits. Gracie saw some pals she hadn't seen for a while - Quinn and Honeydew. She played with some new dogs as well. For the most part, she seemed content to carry her tennis ball and sniff the occasional clump of grass.
If you ever need a "pick-me-up," head to the dog park on a weekend. Watch the dogs leap from their cars and run across the field. Look how they are happy to see everyone.
I know this summer I'll be complaining about the hot, dry weather. But for today, it was a special treat to not have to wear full rain gear and carry an umbrella.
to bee -- or not to bee
1 year ago
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Where did the dry day go? Jiggs and I are sitting here in the dry family room looking out on what would be a good nominee for first day before Noah sails.
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