It's raining here, and we're under a flash flood watch.
Low water crossings can become death traps when the water rolls off rocky hills and flows into dry creek beds. It's not an unusual situation here, but a few times a year people don't pay attention or think their vehicle can withstand the force of the water.
They're nearly always wrong.
Over the past few days, I've been reading a lot of blogs about people and their cats. All the cat talk has made me miss ours, even though she's been gone for several years now.
Her name was Miss Kitty, and she was something else. If I had a photo handy I could post, I would.
But since I don't, she was a classically marked seal point Siamese, mouthy as hell, and a wonderful friend who never really liked me until I kept her warm one very cold winter day. I still miss her.
No meandering blog post of mine would be complete without mention of Arf and Woof. They're the sweetest, smartest dogs. Do you think I might be a little prejudiced?
You'll have to take my word they're sweet.
But on the smart scale . . . Woof is a border collie. #1 on the canine scale of smarts. Arf is an Australian cattle dog, aka a blue heeler. #10 on the scale.
We're doing some advanced training with them. Arf gets everything right away, but doesn't always perform willingly until after two or three tries.
Woof watches. When it's his turn, he just does it as if he's been doing it forever.