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Soggy Doggy
20/1/10 21:39Emily, as I have mentioned, hates rain. Hateshateshates with a big, furry, unhappy hate.
During the precipitation follies of the last couple of days there has been at least one break in the weather around mid-day--long enough to be dragged parkward by the dog, to play for an hour, and to return home after. The last two days we've timed it so that it just started sprinkling as we turned the corner to our block.
Not so today, alas. The sun and wind had been chasing each other across the sky for about half an hour, then the wind began to win. So we cut the play short and started heading home. Didn't cut things quite early enough. On the way home the skies opened, thunder started rolling overhead, and Emily and I got utterly soaked. We hid in a doorway under an overhang, and from all appearances Emily was prepared to stay there, curled up on someone's welcome mat, for a good fifteen minutes. Finally, getting really chilled (wet clothes plus wind=icy) Idragged coaxed Em out from our shelter and we dashed the last three blocks through the rain and ick.
Since we got home Emily has been alternately pacing and sleeping. She's just gone out for her evening squeeze in the damp, but she's deeply suspicion of the whole thing.
She's not going to like it much tomorrow, when I understand there's going to be more soggy doggy to go around.
During the precipitation follies of the last couple of days there has been at least one break in the weather around mid-day--long enough to be dragged parkward by the dog, to play for an hour, and to return home after. The last two days we've timed it so that it just started sprinkling as we turned the corner to our block.
Not so today, alas. The sun and wind had been chasing each other across the sky for about half an hour, then the wind began to win. So we cut the play short and started heading home. Didn't cut things quite early enough. On the way home the skies opened, thunder started rolling overhead, and Emily and I got utterly soaked. We hid in a doorway under an overhang, and from all appearances Emily was prepared to stay there, curled up on someone's welcome mat, for a good fifteen minutes. Finally, getting really chilled (wet clothes plus wind=icy) I
Since we got home Emily has been alternately pacing and sleeping. She's just gone out for her evening squeeze in the damp, but she's deeply suspicion of the whole thing.
She's not going to like it much tomorrow, when I understand there's going to be more soggy doggy to go around.