This morning I woke to rain at six am. It was not hard; just enough to wake me up. I rolled over and then remembered I had left Skylar outside last night. Her idea. Anytime it starts to rain, she will scratch at the door.
No scratching, so I get up to go let her in. No Skylar. I call and call. Still no Skylar. Since it was lighting in the west I knew she would be afraid. I go in and call my friend down the road and Skylar was there. She brought her home on her way to work. It is only about a half a mile from my house. This picture is of her laying out on the wet ground after the rain. Again, her idea. It is only thirty-nine degrees now.
It was sixty degrees at ten am and by one it was down to thirty-nine. It is twenty-seven now at five pm. At least I am in the one fourth of the nation that is not getting snow or ice.
Sissy just says let me in the house. I don't want to hang out here with Skylar.