Ok, so it's Hail Mary, but my little Yorkie is named Murphi. The squirrels have stopped attacking her and now it's the weather. I was on our back deck enjoying the 5 minutes of sunshine we were allotted for the week when I noticed it was getting darker by the second. WTF, I thought! It's only noon and it's getting dark.
Big storm cloud is overhead and it starts to rain/hail. Murphi, the wonder Yorkie with the sense of a gnat, is out running around in the yard. The hail starts to come down hard and bigger, now the size of those big marbles. I'm calling her to come and get under the roof of the deck, but she completely ignores me and is having fun chasing the bouncing white balls hitting the ground.
Well, law of averages says she's gonna get nailed by one or more of those heavenly delights and sure enough.........pow........right in the old gnat head.
She yelps like she's mortally wounded; does a somersault down the hill; and guns it for the cover of the deck. I pick her up and check her eyes for a concussion (however you do that with dogs) and she decides that those white bombs are more fun than I am, bites my nose, and heads back out to the battlefield.
She's chasing them all over the yard and trying to eat as many as she can.
Then she sees that she can slide downhill on her back on them. So, until about 2 inches of hail melts in our yard, ol' Murphi is gonna have a ball.
I'm just going to throw a towel out for her later tonight and tell her to dry herself off before she crawls into bed with us. Nothing worse than a wet, smelly dog in bed.
Anyone for a Weenie Roast?