The weather every five minutes! The meteorologist on the TV stands in front of a green screen and points to the radar picture to show where and how soon the weather will change. Fancy gadgets, big words, and timed intervals display the details about where, when and how much precipitation is expected.
But I have my own personal meteorologist. Gadget-free. Screen-free.
Her nose is pressed quietly against my knee. Her body lays across my feet. If I recline my chair, she is totally under it. All. Thirty-five pounds. Quiet. Hidden.
Three minutes after nose touching and I hear the first clap of thunder. I could have counted the seconds. She is that accurate. Mya is the second black lab, who has had us as her people, who is absolutely terrified of storms. But 100% accurate. She should be paid for her career in meteorology.
The rain is soft and gentle, a cleansing spring March rain. But the thunder continues and Mya huddles under my chair. Unseen, unheard, sheltered from the thunder.
Mya as a meteorologist was on my list of possible slices. The thunder as I fell asleep last night, sealed the topic. This morning I drafted in WordPress and then looked for a picture, (Mya has not given her permission for pictures to be posted), previewed, revised, tagged and posted. (35 minutes)
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