Puddletown

Just as we suspected, 'it' has arrived. The gloomy, wet weather. It started raining on Thursday and hasn't let up yet.

Fortunately, the girls don't mind one bit. They love riding their bikes through the puddles, shouting, "Rooster Tail!" as the water spouts up behind them.

Greta, on the other hand, has to be shoved out the door. She does her business as quickly as possible and then bolts back inside, shivering. Poor Greta needs to grow some thicker fur to survive the winter. Right now it's just wet. Soon it will be wet AND cold!

All of you still wearing your flip flops and tank tops, we miss you. Please give your friend, Mr. Sun, our best regards.