We had a wee flood tonight. Four inches of water came pouring down the steps in the back yard. It eroded a flower bed, threatened to wash into the garage, kindly weeded a few areas for me and attempted to uproot some roses. Happily the roses were saved by two huge branches that fell in a sort of arch about them with lots of sticks and twigs around them. I believe that box elder gave away two of its arms to save my roses. Chelsea Morning and English Breakfast or Garden. It doesn't matter. I saved their names. Unless they got washed away!
The flood wasn't too bad for us, although we did get more water in the basement. The flood warnings they were issuing were so frightening, however, that Erotica decided to come over to our house, since we live on the hill.
When she turned onto our road, before she could get to the driveway she had to cross Baker Hill Road. Water was pouring down the entire road (20 ft wide). There was enough water for her to describe it as a river. I saw the picture BrilliantEditor took of our steps (at some point you've got to just shrug your shoulders and get on with taking pictures of the potential disaster). It was very impressive.
The water was flood-muddy brown and rushing down the stairs. It was four or five inches deep, too. It wasn't the kind of thing you'd ignore and walk up anyway. Your shins would be wet trying to get up them.
I am impressed, I must say.
The dogs did not take up swimming, I'm sorry to say. They decided to stay inside and sleep.
Sprocket got a new bed, I may have told you, which is an oval and then has a pillow that fits in over the already soft bed. Sprocket gets under the pillow and sleeps with her nose sticking out. That's what she did tonight, too.
Spring likes to try out all the beds. Then she lies on the floor and looks mournful. When we go upstairs to bed, she follows us up. She has her own favorite bed up here. She sleeps under our bed, though, instead. With her tail and one ankle exposed. I don't know why.
Dogs are cool.
Posted by dotty at July 22, 2003 11:03 PM