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The Blue Angels are in town.
The air show is this weekend.
They’ve been practicing all day.
I was sitting in the back yard watching them fly.
Poor Blue.
She doesn’t like the noise.
She freaked out and ran around in circles.
I laughed and snuggled her and sent her into the house.
Her name is Blue.
But she does not appreciate the Blue Angels.
We had a good rain last night.
Blue the Rescue Dog went nuts this morning.
She spent two hours sniffing every square inch of our wet back yard.
I don’t think she’s ever experienced a rainstorm before.
She was rescued from an abusive situation.
She spent her whole life in a crate.
She never went outside.
The last couple of months she lived in a loving foster home.
They treated her very well, but we didn’t get much rain this summer.
Today may have been her first post-rainstorm sniff ever.
She was a little disgruntled that I insisted on toweling her off before allowing her back in the house.
Sorry, Blue, that rule applies to everyone.
Even the humans have to clean up before coming inside.
Good girl, Blue, good girl.
We named her Blue.
We had a hard time coming up with this.
I wanted to give her a flower name.
The guys nixed that idea.
She could be an impression of a flower.
They nixed that as well.
They suggested all kinds of hooker names.
Yeah, I nixed those.
Our neighbor dog who we all love is Bear.
We thought of Bear variations.
Yogi. Boo Boo. Smokey. Ted. Paddington.
What about Baloo from The Jungle Book?
We all liked that.
But when we called out the name, it came out as Blue.
The dog responded.
And so she chose her own name.