Hurricane Michael was, for us, nothing more than a heavy rain event.  Thank goodness.

I still had the water and packs from Florence, so it was just a matter of getting a few snacks.  This one wasn’t forecast to do nearly as much damage as Florence, and I’ll admit it was hard to work up much concern.  I did feel a bit bad for the chickens, as I had just moved them to their new temporary home a few days earlier, but it was a good test of the sturdiness of the shelter.

We went outside yesterday after the rain eased off.  I keep meaning to buy a rain gauge, but let’s face it, I just use the puddle in the driveway to estimate how much rain we got (it’s deeper than it looks in this picture).

I was absolutely shocked when Sassy started splashing in the puddle.  Jake is my mud dog and Kodiak doesn’t like to get his toes wet.  Sassy’s never shown any interest in the puddle and has, in fact, screamed at Jake for flopping around in it.  I don’t know why, but today was different.  Sassy wasn’t quite as uninhibited with it as Jake often is, but the fact that she got in the puddle at all was amazing.  Maybe she’ll turn out to be a water dog after all…