This month, I was all set to take lots of pictures of stuff getting wet in the rain. Then Outside suddenly decided to go all wintry on me. As soon as it starts to snow, Pooch can sense it. Pooch can sense the falling snow, even from her deepest sleep in front of the fire, and then she has to go outside IMMEDIATELY. Until her toes get cold. Then she has to come inside IMMEDIATELY. Pooch is weird. And spoiled, as the mister likes to point out.