No, this entry isn’t about a mail carrier. It’s about Luci. The phrase that describes a mailman could easily describe my little baby girl dog. Nothing stops her from playing outside, wanting to go for her nightly walk, or just laying on the deck watching the world go by.
She doesn’t mind the rain. She’ll go outside if it’s drizzling or if it’s a torrential downpour. The only thing she doesn’t like is when it rains so hard that it gets in her eyes. That’s the only time she’ll willingly come in from a rainstorm.
This summer she would spend an entire afternoon sunning herself on the deck if I would let her. It could be 90 degrees and she’d be out there laying on the wood deck soaking up the sun. The deck would be so hot that I couldn’t walk on it without shoes, but she’d be out there like it didn’t bother her a bit. That’s usually when I’d get the pool out for her.
She’ll slop around in the back yard when it’s full of puddles and come in all covered in mud. The back yard has a slight hill in it and the dogs have made a path down the hill from the deck to the far corner of the yard. When it rains really hard, the water runs down the hill in the path. Hubby and I call it The Creek. Luci loves to play in The Creek.
If there is a thunderstorm, she’ll stay outside and watch but only if there is lightning involved. For some strange reason, she likes to watch the bright flashes of light. If it’s just thunder, though, she doesn’t like the noise as much and will come in the house to wait it out.
She doesn’t particularly like taking a walk through the neighborhood after dark, but she’ll happily play in the backyard after dark. Last night she was running up and down the length of the yard just as fast as she could – at 9:30 at night. We have two big lights in the back yard, so it’s not totally dark, but still. It’s 9:30 at night. I’m inside and watching TV and she’s running like a . This was after we had gone for a walk and had played fetch for 30 minutes. Blacky and I just watched her run. I wondered where she got all the energy. She’s fine out there by herself as long as she doesn’t hear any strange noises. If she hears a strange noise, she’ll run to the backdoor and scratch at the door for me to let her in. If I don’t open the door fast enough for her, she’ll bark for me like she’s being chased by an axe murderer.
She liked the snow last winter, but we didn’t get a whole lot of it last year so I’m not sure she remembers it. She was only 3 or 4 months old then and we only had one or two big snowfalls. Most of the snow that we got melted quickly and turned the yard into a swamp. So it’s going to be an adventure this winter to see how she reacts to snow and ice. But if it’s like everything else, she’ll have the time of her life.
She’s certainly living up to the reputation of a lab’s love of the outdoors. Because of her, I’m learning to see the beauty in all the different types of weather. How can you not appreciate a thunderstorm when you’re watching your dog joyfully playing in the rain?