After 1.75" of rain overnight, we were thrilled to see the sky clear a bit around noon. With cabin fever setting in, I decided it was time for Holly to have a little field trip. We headed to a pet shop in a nearby town and met Izzy, the pot-bellied pig we'd seen in the fur ball parade. The little porker was smart and friendly and thoroughly underwhelmed by all of Holly's getting-to-know-you antics. They had no warm-wear sized for an Italian greyhound, so we came home, driving past a doe with beautiful twin fawns. The temperature has cracked 60F--still in the teens Celsius--and the sun is breaking through from time to time. We are enjoying the screenporch while the weather lasts. Holly alternates between my lap and her duties in making the perimeter safe from the ducks, squirrels, chipmunks, and our massive raccoon. It's a hard job, but she figures somebody has to do it...
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