Hold it!

  After a day of drizzling, our weather took a turn for the worse and the tornado sirens, once again, sounded on all sides of us.  At 4pm, the sky was pitch black, winds whipped the treetops and thunder rolled.  Then...the rains started.  At first, there was a nice shower but then, as Pop would have said, "The bottom fell out!"  Raindrops pelted the rooftop with such vengeance that it was difficult to hear conversation with the person next to you.  It was perfect!

  The only thing I can see bad about a nice stormy day is that the old dog, Mr. PJ, refuses to go outside.  If forced, he immediately turns and tries to bolt back in the door.  While I do not mind him being on his comfy bed, I am sure bodily functions should be attended.  Nope.  It is not happening.  Three times, I tried to get him out and down the hill.  Three times, he stalled at the door, reluctantly took a few steps out and then tried to return.  Twice, I managed to coerce him halfway down the hillside by going with him.  This worked somewhat but still no deed was done.  I found the dog sneaking back up the hill.  He was sitting at the door by the time I came through the gate.   Later in the afternoon, Son attempted to get the dog out.  He was smart and brought the leash.  Yep, Mr. PJ dutifully followed but did not "doo-tifully" do anything.  So, it is now dark, pouring rain and he is curled up on his bed as if he does not have a care in the world.  Hope he can hold it!

  As I said, hard rains are pelting the rooftop and thunder sounds in the distance.  It looks as if we are in this for the long haul and the weather forecast calls for much the same tomorrow.  This, my friends, is the start of "Winter in the Deep South".  The weather pattern will be much the same...warm, fog, rain, cold (well, our version of cold..."cool" to my northern friends).  Then the cycle starts over again.  I sure hope Mr. PJ gets over this determination to stay dry or else he will be doing a lot of "holding it".