Okay, who was the one that did the rain dance that caught some of us “Hail?” And, what about the wind? When I was coming home Thursday, I saw, what I thought was smoke coming from the Rock House, AKA,”Momma-MeMaw’s!” No smoke, just dirt-sand and Z’s real-estate blowing over to James and Diane’s! However, the seventy-five points of rain that fell was welcomed.
Blood hounds are thought to be strong. However, our Cousin Louie, just didn’t like the hail falling and went to Z for security. Z held his hands over Louie’s ears and that was some comfort to him. However, climbing up in Z’s lap was somewhat of a discomfort and a unrealistic feat. Soon Louie learned to duck under a table and put his paws over his ears. Hail falling on a tin roof isn’t a pleasant sound. No camera, so we just have to take Z’s word on this! I don’t think Z’s ever lied to me, but he has been known to embellish a story.
P.S. Ever walked away from a situation, and later said to yourself, “I wish I would have told him/her to, go milk a cow or etc.?” Yep, but when you think of it afterwards, you were not suppose to say it to them in the first place. It’s one of those “God” things. Where He puts his hands over your mouth and whispers, “THAT’S ENOUGH!”