Because it was still raining, we hang out in the tent and I played with my new lobster. I got a matching lobster as a present for my good friend Boomer, but shhh don’t tell her.
We then went on another rainy hike and I surveyed the water streaming down the mountains. I got more comments on my jacket—at least when I wear this ridiculous jacket, fewer people mock my ears.
Then it finally stopped raining and I played with (my assistants say “terrorized” would be a better term) a chipmunk.
Finally, I scared my assistant by bounding to the top of a stone bridge… Such a worrywart, I just wanted to see the view.
