Craziness in July

Remember this?

Just a couple of weeks ago when it was incredibly hot and we were panting and sweating

(glowing, in Miss Fergi's terms)

in Florida?

Well, things were a bit different today. Back home in Colorado.

Last we checked, we still lived in the northern hemisphere.

Where it is summer.

But today, the sky turned really dark. Black dark.

The temperature dropped to about 50° F (10° C). Probably cooler.

And before long a storm rolled in.

With thunder boomers and millions of hard white things that fell from the sky.

They hit our skylight like rocks falling from heaven

and it got really loud.

Two dogs were pacing. (That'd be me and Fergi.)

Not too happy, we were.

The storm lasted for about 15 minutes. It seemed like hours.

And when it was over, parts of the grass had turned solid white.

Moma and the Girl drug us outside.

In winter boots and sleeveless tops (them, not us.)

Fergi tried an experiment.

She immediately tried to turn the white yellow.

(When you gotta go, you gotta go.)

We think the drama scared it right out of her.

She was a little bit in awe.

We both were.

But our Girl tried to convince us we could have fun in this cold pebbly stuff.

Even if the storm still loomed dark and large to the east of us.

So we ran.

And we actually had fun

(wrapping the Girl up in our leashes.)

We learned that with an hour or two, it would all be history.

All except for the leaves that had been beat down and now lay on the ground.

The pavement was green.

Fall leaves in July.

Fergi'll love it come time to walk in the morning.

Leaves to chase! One of her favorite things.

Craziness.