It rainowed today. Or snrained. Whatever you want to call it, it was cold, wet, and there was a lot of it.
Even Pogo kept his personal business short. In fact, had it been up to him, he would have been perfectly happy holding it all day until the nasty was over. I opened the back door for him as is his custom first thing in the morning. He put one paw out on the snrain and 180-ed back into his bed.
Ah, May…in like a lamb, out like a lamb, but halfway through throws a temper tantrum.