Our first day back from the two week rest for the dog's sprain went very well. The beastly heat changed to cool days and the trees have begun to turn. Nice (the dog) knew why I we had stopped two weeks past because each time he began to tug and play with the leash all I had to do was tell him to stop one time. He gets smarter with age.
I saw the young man who saved me from a tornado at the end of the day. He had been one of the first to break me of my stupid pride and insist we put the world in the bed of his truck and race the wall cloud that was bearing down on us. As I held onto the world the clouds overtook us and a great wind tossed the world out of the bed of his truck and ripped the lacings off the ball. I found out later a funnel had touched down very near where he had found me helplessly holding the world as it lifted off the ground. That was a lesson in" Pride can get you hurt."