More rain. We did get our window of opportunity for a relatively dry walk this morning. That was nice. But it began to rain hard by late morning and has poured pretty much all day. It's still raining, well into the night. The fog is again as thick clam chowder without the chunks. It reminds of the toolie fog in the San Juaquin Valley of California, the stuff that causes multi-car pile ups on I-5 every winter. Yikes.
The neighbor warned us yesterday that we would probably hear some shooting. It seems the feral pigs have been wreaking havoc in his yard, just generally rooting around and tearing things up. He had had enough. We did hear the shots. They were very loud. Don't know, however, if he actually got one or more of them or simply scared them off. We haven't seen them in our yard, but the dogs have heard them and bark when they do. That, I think, keeps them at a distance from our house.
Speaking of dogs, Doc is due for a few vaccinations, so he will visit his new vet tomorrow for the first time. He will be a complete and total basket case. He is such a psycho-nut. I'm just counting on surviving the drive with my hearing and nerves still in tact. I suspect he will bark and talk all the way there and shake like a quaking aspen in fear once we arrive. He is seven now but has not mellowed a bit. Still whacko. But he is pretty.....
More later. It's time for some chicken wings and a log in the woodstove to ward off the dampness of the night. Aloha!
The neighbor warned us yesterday that we would probably hear some shooting. It seems the feral pigs have been wreaking havoc in his yard, just generally rooting around and tearing things up. He had had enough. We did hear the shots. They were very loud. Don't know, however, if he actually got one or more of them or simply scared them off. We haven't seen them in our yard, but the dogs have heard them and bark when they do. That, I think, keeps them at a distance from our house.
Speaking of dogs, Doc is due for a few vaccinations, so he will visit his new vet tomorrow for the first time. He will be a complete and total basket case. He is such a psycho-nut. I'm just counting on surviving the drive with my hearing and nerves still in tact. I suspect he will bark and talk all the way there and shake like a quaking aspen in fear once we arrive. He is seven now but has not mellowed a bit. Still whacko. But he is pretty.....
More later. It's time for some chicken wings and a log in the woodstove to ward off the dampness of the night. Aloha!
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