It has been raining here, almost non-stop since Wednesday. It rains hard, it rains softly, it sprinkles, it drizzles, it pours, it mists, it rains straight down, and even sideways. Our back yard looks like an International mud wrestling ring, and Iris is the reigning champion. My poor little Vittie is covered in red Georgia mud, and she knows it! She’s like a little potbellied pig (they way overfed her at the kennel last weekend) and her distended tummy is nearly dragging the ground. I’ll never begrudge the rain since technically we’re still in a drought, but after all the rain we’ve had this week, I’d be hard-pressed to believe all this moisture hasn’t helped.