Tuesday, 24 January 2012
Today it rained and rained, and rained some more.
Tosca hates rain most of all, and on this morning's walk was the picture of misery, trailing behind me, hoping we could go home after only twenty yards. Short legs don't help - she gets wet from underneath as well as being rained on from above. In pity, I cut her walk short, popped her back indoors, and the ever-cheerful waterproof dog and I went out again.
And then, suddenly, in the late afternoon, the rain stopped.
We all went out for a walk along the muddy track through the trees.
The birds sang loudly, sweetly; heart-gladdening songs announcing the departure of the rain. Tosca the little mop collected prodigious quantities of muck as she went along, and came home black with mud. Flossie bounced in and out of the brook.
Once home, the little mop was put in the sink and bathed.
Time for a haircut soon, I think, little mop.
Posted by rachel at 18:11