My German Shepherds, Dean and Jerry, are still under a year old, so when it hailed heavily on Tuesday, they had no idea what was happening. Once it was over, though, they decided to play in it -- cautiously at first -- but then they really had a ball. We had enough pebble-sized hail that my yard looked like it had snowed.

They tell me these posts have to be longer than a couple of paragraphs but, honestly, I really don't know what else needs to be said. It's dogs playing around in ice. But, I'm a "team player" so I'm going to pad this out by reciting a poem I still remember from high school. It's a selection from "Thanatopsis" by William Cullen Bryant and these words are still as meaningless to me today as they were when I memorized them 27 years ago.

I'm actually writing this down from memory so there may be a couple of mistakes.

    "So live that when thy summons comes to join the innumerable caravan,

      which moves to that mysterious realm, where each shall take

      His chamber in the silent halls of death,

      Thou go not like the quarry slave at night,

      Scourged to his dungeon.

       But, sustained and soothed by an unfaltering trust

       Approach thy grave, like one who wraps the drapery of his couch about him

       And lies down to pleasant dreams."

THIS, I remember? Meanwhile, I have to get ETSY to resend my password almost every time I buy something. FML, amirite?

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