March comes in like a lamb and goes out like a lion.
Now, I have no idea how March began, but it appears it may go out with wind and rain...
Today is cold and wet. The yard is muddy, but the pups don't seem to mind. They wrestle with each other oblivious that they are coating their fur with mud. I try to tell them a shower is fine, but mud baths are out. Do they listen? Nooo!
I have one pup who seems to think he will melt in the rain. He refuses to leave the porch. Try as I might to convince him Danny, that he is puppy dog tails. He won't believe me. And now someone has told him about the hammer and nails part... Now he thinks he'll rust!