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Safe inside, toasty warm, while water pitter-patters on the roof… describe your perfect, rainy afternoon.

My perfect rainy afternoon, and trust me when I say that this season, we have had our fill of them and they haven’t been perfect, would be knowing that the rain isn’t potentially rotting my plants, overflowing my pool and multiplying the mosquito population. If it were simply an innocent afternoon of rain, then Jack and I would be curled up on the couch, he would be sitting on my lap while I read or type on my iPad, you see my little Jack really dislikes the rain, and he sits on me, I think partly to make sure that I don’t get up and go out into the wet rain. Jack likes it on my lap and as long as my iPad doesn’t crowd him too much, he is the happiest little Jack Russell on the planet. I love my little Jack.