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Rain Magic

How can rain produce such opposite results, depending on which kind of animal it falls on?


Sheep get clean... bright white clean... I-should-do-this-before-shearing clean.



Dogs, not so much.  And Ruthie is just fine with that.


The alpacas have clearly been mud wrestling in the pasture, fiber quality be darned.


Tella can't figure out why I don't want to come back for another snuggle with a muddy wet precious loving happy-slappy tail-waggly puppy.

Sorry, sweetie.  Wool to wash...  And shower to take.

Rainy Day Dog



Vanni and I seem to have the same emotional response to all the rain we got.  We keep a stiff upper lip--after all, we really need the lakes to fill up, but it does make our daily lives a little more complicated. 

I was reminded of all the low spots on the property that need to be dealt with somehow - filled in with some kind of material that's easier to traverse than clay-turned-quicksand.  This summer was so dry for so long, I was able to put off thinking about this task.  But one good rain event, and it all comes back... oh yes, the bog.  What to do about the bogs?