I may be one of the oddest people around. I took a couple of days off from work, paid good money for a cabin rental, drove 8 hours to get here, and I really don’t care if it rains from now until the minute we leave for home. The weather here in the Asheville area has been rainy since the moment we got here on Wednesday afternoon. The rain is supposed to continue until Sunday morning, right around the time I pack the mutts and our junk into the car and head home. You know what? I could care less. I’ve read two books, played cards on Pogo, enjoyed the hot tub, and gotten very wet in the rain with the dogs. I’m even getting used to the wet dog smell that is permeating the cabin. Ahhh.
Clover and Cosmo are pretty happy to be back here. They have been in and out of the lake, up and down the deck stairs 2,000 times, and have been spotted under the bird feeder waiting for a cardinal to loose its footing and fall in their laps. They have both tried to climb into the hot tub (no luck with that), and have been so worn out from chasing each other that they have collapsed on the floor to snore the night away.