Rain Forest

It's raining here in Oregon. A lot. Or at least it seems like a lot to us rain deprived Californians. It wasn't enough to stop OilMan and Harold from playing golf. Anne and I met them at the golf club for lunch during which time it began pouring. I took this picture of the forest through the wet car window as we were driving home.

Life with three large dogs is already settling into a routine. Daisy appropriates Ozzie's bed, Ozzie gets underneath the table and Rusty roams around bashing his "cone of shame" against the woodwork. The four humans happily play with their devices, read the newspaper and dash outside for a walk when there is a lull in the rain. Oh, and did I mention eat? We've all done our share of that.

Tomorrow, rain or shine, we are going to Portland and the dogs are going to spend the day with the local vet--a first for our spoiled Ozzie. He met her today and she was very nice, other than the fact that even though Ozzie has met our vet's weight goal of 80 pounds, she thought he could lose even more. We'll discuss that with Ozzie later….