Ah, dogs.

We've got a triplet of dogs, a boxer, a lab mix, and a shih-tzu mix
that we recently brought in due to unforeseen family circumstances.

The boxer's a 90 pound female (none of it fat, she's just the large
economy size) named Henrietta. The lab mix is a chocolate mess named
Tassle-Tail Underfoot (yes, she's a kinder. First night she came to
the house when we fostered her, she stole a blanket and started building
her nest five minutes after she was in the house).

The wee puppy is working on her name, she's provisionally named at the
moment until we're sure she and her name go together.

All the dogs have been less than enthusiastic about the hurricane. But
most especially the lab.

Tassle does not appreciate the fact that she's been stuck in the house for
a week. This is no bueno, especially when most of the time she'd have
been perfectly fine being out in the rain and the mud and the wind, thank
you so very much.

Explaining to a lab why the rest of the family doesn't quite see things
the same way she does when it comes to rain storms can sometimes be a
bit of an adventure.

But, the sun came out today. And, after a full day of that, I took her
out for a chase the ball session in the backyard.

Hettie the boxer and Agnes the wee puppy both came out for their own
enjoyment of the sunshine and the dryness. They're all pleasantly tired
at the moment.

And I didn't even have to remind Tassle that she didn't much enjoy our
summer adventure at the great big lake. It seems that it's one thing for
lab puppies to splash water. It's another thing entirely for the water to
splash the lab puppy...