And the rain, rain, rain came down, down down...

Yep, we're bailing bucketloads of water here in Washington state. Record-setting flooding is predicted.

Nelly is expressing her disapproval of the rain, and our inexplicable inability to stop it, by refusing to go outside. She has clenched up her urethra and her sphincter in protest. When Enrico invites the dogs to go on their early-morning walk, Nelly makes a beeline back to the bed and curls up next to me, daring Enrico to make me go outside, just try to make me! Bodily necessity does eventually force her to go out to the yard, but she glares at the us the whole time in put-upon scorn. What kind of pack leaders are you, anyway, that you can do NOTHING about this intolerable situation? Are you really so feeble?