Raining

I'm wet. The dog is wet. Jaques-the-Rock, who spent the night outside, is wet. The entryway, however is dry after the roofing job that our contractor buddy did for us a couple months ago. Hooray.

And Moo, one of the cowboys, was giving us hints this morning. I went downstairs to let the dogs outside and there he was, sprawled across the top of the water heater.