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Originally Posted by poohbear_nc
Stella, Goldie, and I stretched out on the carpet by the deck doors and watched a line of thunderstorms with torrential rain go through. At times, the rain was so heavy it looked solid.
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We had a thin but rather lively line go through here about an hour ago. My dog did his usual of demanding the impossible: "I have to go out. But I will not go out in the rain. Make it stop." At least, that's how I interpreted things. He barked to go out, I put him on the leash and out we went, but he stopped at the edge of the entryway overhang and looked up at me. He looked back at the rain, then back at me, then turned and walked back to the door when he realized I wasn't going to make the rain stop for him.