Whaaaa…?

iceThis is ice. This is popcorn-sized hail on the downstairs patio. I am so tired of weird weather; there is no good reason I should have to worry about ice in August.

It was blazing hot this morning, then this afternoon suddenly hail starts coming down so hard I was worried it’d punch right through the Clubhouse roof. Duke and Barney don’t have a clubhouse at all, so they had to hide under/behind the big tree in their field. Most of the time I’m happy with the clubhouses, but I do wish I had a real barn for days like this.

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