It's Raining. It's Pouring.

Again. And with any luck, Rowen is rolling around in the rain and the mud as I type.* I have the one and only dog who likes thunderstorms. Because rain is just water coming from a different direction. And the lightning is so pretty.

My bad back is her good luck: she went to doggy day care today to work out some of that puppy energy. I love my dog, but sometimes I just need her to not love me so much.

* The day care has, on occassion, had to hose Rowen off to figure out which dog she was.