What the Hail...

It couldn't have been more than an hour after my wife broke down and turned on the air conditioner to help with the humid air this evening when after just a few flashes in the sky, I opened the back door to feel a really cool breeze coming over the back porch. I was hoping to let our good dog Gracie get in a good night squirt when I realized there were a few drops of rain coming down on the patio deck.

And then she took off. The dog, not my wife.

The back yard got pounded with some hail, the biggest being about the size of something a dog would chase. I suspect dogs have thicker coats in the winter, not to keep them warm from cold weather, but to protect them from their own stupidity (not that Gracie is stupid, mind you).

She ran around in the back yard, probably assuming that I was throwing ice and would soon be rewarding her with little treats, but instead all she got was the harsh warning from my wife, reminding her that she would not be coming upstairs if she was even close to wet.

I would have taken a picture, but sooner than the yelling was over, the hail was gone and aside from a few minor dirty paw marks on the tile, the incident was history.

How was your weather today?