Dog-o-paws

I'm sitting here on the porch with my bassador watching and listening to the rain. Twenty minutes have passed, and Grace has shown no interest in going for our morning walk.

Grace was born and raised for three years in a place where, if you didn't go out in the rain, you didn't go out for days at a time. Four and a half years later, she sits on the porch rather than walk.

I suppose she is showing her age. If the old seven to one ratio is applied, she would be fifty three now. We left Meadville when she was twenty one. I guess I was more hesitant to walk in the rain at 53 than I was at twenty one also.

But now she is ready to go. Signing off!