My sister Juli sent me the above picture from their westward travels. She called right after she sent the picture because she had a great story to go along with the picture. Turns out that when she stopped to take this picture, JesseJames was quite willing to get out of the car. However she had a difficult time getting him to pay attention, which is unusual for Jesse. He is highly trained after years of work on Juli’s part. He is such a Springer hunting dog that he loves the thrill of the chase. She finally got him settled and took the picture but as you can see, he is looking away and off to the side. What Juli didn’t realize and found out later when she looked around after the shoot is that at this rest stop there were hundreds of Prairie Dogs. The reason everyone was stopping was to watch the antics of the prairie dogs. Jesse was besides himself because he wanted to chase those squirrel like dogs so badly and yet he was such an obedient dog he listed to Juli. She said it was hilarious once she figured out what was going on.
We decided to take the dogs for a walk before the rains came. We looked at the weather and knew that the rains were a comin’. The temperature was 81 degrees at 9 AM this morning with 80% humidity. The weather map showed that rain was already in Illinois and so it was only a matter of time. So, we thought that we should get going, get in even a little walk before it was too late. So out we stepped. Both dogs were excited, we haven’t been on a walk together since we got back from Charleston. Maxie loves to go anywhere Brad goes and Beeks loves to go anywhere Max goes so it was all good. Except… we had only gotten down the lane half way when we heard it. We didn’t see it yet. The sun was shining to the east and yet we knew it was coming. Then it hit. It hit us like a wall of rain. Straight down like a sheet. Hard, large, drops of rain. Max loved it. It cooled him right down, he loves anything cool. Snow, Rain, cement floors. Beeks on the other hand was not happy in the least. His ears went back and he lowered his body so that he looked like he was slinking back down the lane. As soon as we got to the front yard, I released him from the leash and he took off. Straight to the front door. He didn’t even find a place to relieve himself. Did I mention that Beeks is a rain coward? The funniest part is that within 5 minutes of us getting inside and dried off the rains stopped abruptly, just as quickly as it started. What do you make of that?
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