Today it was all about fog and mist hanging heavy over our home. The keeper didn't notice until she came back from downtown this afternoon late and had to use the fog lights in her new fancy car. It was thick, but she told us that this was nothing. It was not as thick as San Francisco and certainly not as thick as the fog that surrounded her home every winter years ago along the Columbia River, when they needed to run alongside their mother's car to make sure she was still on the road. Today Cecil was he only one wanting to go out so he could drink from all the new puddles. I found it too damp and chill. He knows the keeper will wrap him in a towel and warm him up when he comes in. I am not that desperate.
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