Last weekend's epic rains filled to overflowing the ponds where we walk and Miss Maisie could not be happier. All around the perimeter, about two feet of gently sloping lawn is submerged.

Usually Maisie's not allowed in the water but a travel ban suddenly seemed unconstitutional like a rotten idea. So now the Muffinhead wades her way around the circumference of the pond, the terra firma of green grass beneath her paws, getting her feet (ok, and most of the rest of her) wet, coming home soaked and smelling of wet dog and thus fulfilling her divine purpose.