February 2nd 2008 11:57 am
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Mom says it's raining too hard to leave the homestead, and even with a stare down, I'm not gettin' my way with her, nope, she ain't makin' the move to the leash today. How many days of rain can a Jack Russell take before she's bouncing off the walls, ball [or in my case, bone] in mouth?
Answer: one day...at the max. See, its simple really; I'm a thinker, and I know exactly what time she goes to the red bowl for the double lead with which she will connect me up with my roommate, Vinnie [more to follow on that nut].
Here in California we're going through our 11th straight day of rain, so running in the fields are O U T! But I gotta get out of this place before I go nuts too! Mom says, if there's even just a little break in the weather, we're out the door. Yes, Yes, Yes!!!! She said "maybe".
She's like putty in my hands. Now, if I can only get the weather to cooperate.