It’s supposed to start raining Thursday night and not stop for a week.

A week.

A giant cloud will come flying over from Alaska, and sit on top of us and dump rain out. For one week straight.

This happens in other places, but not usually at my house. It makes for cranky horses and muddy, dripping paw prints all over my couch. And barking. Oh, the barking.

But still, the thought of it. Sort of cool. A whole week of rain?

The fictional version? Staying home from work. Going to the movies. A toasty fire. Pie baking.

The reality version? Tranquilizing naughty, cooped up horses. Sitting in traffic jams wearing soaking wet pants. We don’t have a fireplace. Last pie I baked exploded coconut juice inside the oven.

I never cleaned that up. Good thing we hardly ever use the oven.

I would tell you about the really good tricks I’m going to train my dogs to do, except in the reality version I might just lay around on the floor a lot.

I call this just keeping it real.

P.S. Ruby is walking a lot better, just with a little limp! This is a very exciting turn of events and we know she’s going to get even better as soon as the rain starts. Bring it on.