January 17th 2012 11:26 am
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If the weather does not change then I fear that I shall succumb to a bowel obstruction.

I have relinquished any hope that 2012 shall bring any LESS precipitation than 2011. In 2011, the Cincinnati area far surpassed record levels of rainfall. The average yearly rainfall in Cincinnati is: 39.57 inches. The last record-breaking year was 1990, with 54.96 inches. 2011 far surpassed all expectations with 73.28 inches of rainfall.

This morning it once again was as if buckets of water were pouring from the sky. Mom forced me and Sophie outside into the elements. Sophie trotted out into the yard and relieved herself. I paced around the front porch. Mom yelled at me from behind the window, and I managed to make it out onto the front walkway, looked back at Mom with a horrid glare, and I gave up. I was NOT going out into that rain.

Oldest Lad called this morning and asked: "How does Pennie do it?" He has been caught in a rain-related traffic jam, and was trapped with the imminent need to use an indoor backyard. He called wondering what my secret was to holding my bowels and urine for just the right break in the rain to let myself loose.

On Sunday, there was a break in the rain and Dad took Me and Sophie to the play trail for a hike. He deeply underestimated the amount of MUD. I abhor rain, but I LOVE MUD. Sophie managed to return home with only slightly muddy paws, needing only to be wiped off a bit with baby wipes.

I was a mess. Mom had spent the entire day in bed with a migraine, but had to rouse herself to give me a bath. I am eternally thankful, for I did NOT want a bath from Dad. If a dog has to have a bath, then at least Oldest Lad or Mom give a bath with some dignity and gentleness. Mom has no idea how I managed to come home completely covered in mud, but Sophie was so clean! The boots of Dad, Wee Lass, and Little Lad were thick with mud, as well as their coats. (Mom did not discover until this morning that Dad did not wipe off the van seats where I obviously was sitting on the way home from the hike.

If the year 2012 insists on continuing with this amount of precipitation, could the temperatures drop so it could at least be SNOW? Then at least I could romp and play, and the lads would have a Snow Day, so we could snuggle and bake cookies.

In the meantime, I believe there is a brief lapse in the rain, so I shall have to run out and try no to have an obstruction. (Although there is always the upstairs carpet to use.)