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ByDArHNE HUTCHINSON
Rappahannock Newt Staff Writer
The television weathermen are again giving one of those forecasts that cover all possibilities, maybe an inch of snow, maybe two or three with an outside chance of six or then again, the storm may miss Northern Virginia completely.
Those who need something definite in order to plan for babysitters, stock wood and food, get ready to haul hay to cattle, finish a term paper due the next day, make a run to Culpeper for movies for the Beta-Max or stop by the hardware store for a new sled have learned to check elsewhere for predictions a little more accurate.
Kids at RCHS pop their heads inside study hall to inquire, “Mrs. Pendleton, how much are we going to get?” Teachers from the high school and friends who have gotten the word call the Pendleton home in Sperryville for news.
It isn’t that Diane Pendleton or her husband Holly have secretely completed a course in meteorological studies or installed a weather station in the woods behind their home overlooking the village. They have a less scientific but no less accurate method—they check with Bert, the family dog.
A labrador-shepherd cross somewhere in the neighborhood of 15 or 16 years old, ol’ Bert has been giving weather forecasts all his life. But only for snow. He doesn’t give a dog-gone about rain or hot spells. Just snow.
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