Day 155, 2012 – I know I have whined about this before, but sunsets are so darn fickle. Unless it is actually raining, every night I watch the western skies about an hour and a half before sunset to see if maybe, just maybe there will be some color. Yesterday I would have never in a million years guessed this was coming our way.
I’m getting better at guessing the signs. If the weather forecast out at the coast is cloudy I can pretty much forget it. If it’s going rain out at the coast the next day, nothing. But if it’s clear out there and we’re not socked in here, I have a chance. Low floating clouds almost always guarantee color.
Eh, who am I kidding. It’s a crap shoot.
Flocko’s racing name is KNT A Blazin’. When he was a puppy, his white chest was lined with black, as if it were charred because he smoked around the race track so fast. His muzzle was also black, but as he gets older, the black is fading to white. He’s 8 1/2 years old now, but he’s still one powerful hound and a pussy cat all in one.