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Pouring rains overnight and through much of the morning ended in flooding yesterday. Schools were closed, power was out in some places, and many roads were impassable.
We headed down the driveway when the rain settled to a light sprinkling to check out our conditions. The prom tuxedo was due for return.
The creek on our farm was looking pretty wild.
Our driveway crosses the creek and I always worry that our bridge will be washed out, but it was okay. In the other direction, our creek was all the way over the road. We’ll have to see when the water goes down how much damage has been done to the culvert.
This is me, standing in the road there.
To leave our farm, we have to either ford the river or drive a rock-based road through three creeks and over the hill. Obviously, the river crossing was out. We headed off in the other direction to check out the first of three creeks we have to drive through to go out the road.
I don’t know about you, but I’m not driving through the creek when it looks like this.
The tuxedo wasn’t going to be back on time.
We had brought the dogs on our walk. Dookie-the-farm-shih-tsu was looking particularly fabulous.
We passed the Ornery Angel’s place on the way to the first creek in the road. Rat Dog spotted us and tried to join our walk. He turned tail and ran when he saw I’d spotted him.
He fears my fiery glare. Goodbye and good riddance, Rat Dog. You are not invited on our walk.
We headed back down the long stretch of road in front of our farm.
I love our farm. I’m so lucky to get to live here.
We decided to take a closer look at the river next, to gawk at its angry splendor. Coco and Dookie stopped on the way to enjoy the moment and the flooded culvert.
Dookie’s idea of enjoying the moment is not the same as the Giant Puppy’s.
Sometimes the Giant Puppy is just a bit much.
Dookie: “Why me, God? WHY ME?”
Don’t worry, little farm-shih-tsu. The Giant Puppy has a short attention span. She’s already distracted.
There are giant puddles to be romped in. Giant puddles and–
Rat Dog!
Go away, Rat Dog!!! I mean it!!!
We continued on to the river.
I spied it from the corner of my eye.
A force darker than the storm clouds that bring high waters.
I looked to my left to find it….
….tracking its prey….
….skulking….
….in the tall, tall grass.
Persistent little bugger.
RAT DOG!
That’s it. Sorry, Coco. Some things just aren’t meant to be. As sure as there will never be a spring without a flood…..
….there will be no Giant Rat Puppies!!!!!
