What's in Store for the Left Wing Coast?

A lot of people here might be getting a white Christmas.

All I want from Santa is for my roof to hold, my foundations to stay put and for my boat to remain buoyant.

These days my Doberwoman, Ballou, dutifully goes out the front door with me and escorts me down the driveway to get the morning papers. She stays outside just long enough to do her morning chores. And then, back in, she asks to go out the back door. When I open the door, she just turns around and comes back in.

I figure she just wasn't sure it was raining in the backyard, too.

A smart dog will nail uncertainties like that down.