Woof!, Oops. I meant Good Morning GH.  Sugar the Weather  Dog here.  Jack is taking the day off, so in spite of my lack of thumbs, I am filling in this AM.  As you know Jack always starts out with a weather report, so I thought that I would do the same, although from a somewhat different angle.  It is 47 degrees on the desktop, although I really don't have any idea what 47 degrees are.  I did have a chance to look out the Weather Window this AM, and I can report that what the man on the radio says is true, it is raining in West Michigan today.  That puts a damper on outdoor activities.  I'm sure that Jack has told you how much I don't like anything that is wet, so I won't be into a long walk today.  However, I can safely say that it isn't making those loud noises that sometimes come with rain storms and scare me half out of my mind.  I know that it scares Jack and Mary too, but even though I need to be strong for them, sometimes I just end up in the bathroom shaking, and scaring Mary half to death herself in the middle of the night.  Some things just can't be helped.   Yesterday was a great day to be a dog.  Jack and I took a nice walk and of course we had to go through Central Park.  Our first stop was the Post Office, where Jack did some writing and talked to the nice lady behind the counter.  He seemed pleased, but I didn't get any handouts there.  Of course, I had to make a deposit of my own, at the outdoor spot I like, and then Jack, responsible human that he seems to be, cleaned up my transaction and we were off.  Next, we went to the bank, and let me just say that those people really appreciate my business.  I not only made a withdrawal, but they gave Jack an additional treat for later.  I think Jack got something too, but that isn't anything I care much about.   Afterwards, we had to find a place to get the morning newspaper, something that I help them do everyday.  That was hard.  Jack kept saying something about there being no papers int the boxes downtown.  I don't know, but it meant that we had to go all the way back to our usual store to get the paper.  A long walk on my short legs, let me tell you.  We set out for home after I tried several times to share thoughts with my townies.  Jack seemed to be willing to walk more, but I think he was getting tired of walking too.  I should mention how much that leash thing I have to wear slows my activities.  I once heard Jack say that he would be devastated if anything ever happened to me, so I guess that my urge to run across nearly every street in the city to meet my townies will always have to wait.  Whew, I have to say that not having thumbs makes using this keyboard much harder, sort of like trying to open a package of biscuits.  I think I am tired now, so even though I have more to bark about, I'll stop here and say that thing that Jack always seems to end with.  It is Tea time.