April 17, 2019

White Dog went as far as the front door nd turned around. "Sorry dad, but when everything is SO wet that there on snails in my way, I must decline the pleasure of a nighttime walk with you."

All day it had been dreary weather...lots of rain in various intensities, thunder, and pounding hail punctuated the cold dampness. The White Dog Army alternated, like the weather, between resigned napping, restlessness, and snarky impatience. Energy release was much needed by the end of the evening.  Though not an easy task, Steve coaxed the teams into walk formations.

The others were not so squeamish as WD but every pup hurried along the route and shook heartily upon their return.