Strange Bedfellows

{Or, A Spotted Dog in Bed}

It pours and it pours.  Now the fog has set in and I can't see the mountains. The rain is flirting with turning into snow this very moment as I pack up my bags to head to the studio. I'm off to a late start because let me tell you friends, it was VERY hard to get out of bed this morning. For one dappled reason, documented via iPhone ToyCamera:

Having a spotted, dewlapped dog in the bed is VERY against the rules in this tiny house. Even if the dog in question does have a velveteen face. But P. left for work long before it was light, and there was a doggy that was cold and scared of the thunder. A dog whot needed comforting, and a person whot needed snuggling. After all, it was freezing and pouring rain.

 

The weather shows no sign of relenting. All this rain means an explosion of wildflowers this spring, but right now it means sandbagging your house and flash floods. And very, very washed-out roads. So I better get over to the studio before it washes away (I kid, kind of). Good thing I've got P's old Jeep which, despite its shortcomings (hand-crank windows, no powerlocks), does have sick 4 x 4 and a sub-woofer like whoa.

Stay safe, stay dry, and thank you for all the truly wonderful comments over this past week.