Water, water everywhere. Even
I, who never really minds being outside in the rain or plunging into water of
any temperature, have found the continuous downpour a bit much. The
grounds are really squelchy and the lake is overflowing on the spillway like
Niagara Falls. The Boss and the Mrs decline to venture outside much in the
inclement weather as do all the other members of this tiny hamlet where I spend
my holidays. Not another dog in sight and only cows that brave the rain
and stare at me from the other side of the fence.
The upside is I can lie beside the roaring fire and
toast my tummy, occasionally rolling over to warm the other side some
warmth. Alas among the good things in life there is always a situation
that doesn't go to plan.....dinner time. I have been relaxing with the
Boss in front of the fire enjoying the heat but now I want him to wake up and
open the door so i can retrieve my dinner bowl from the rain-soaked
garden. My tummy is telling me it is time for my dinner, but his eyes are
still closed and his breathing too even for him to be aware of my hunger and
the Mrs is not around to give him a nudge so I have no alternative but to
gently lean on his foot to bring him back to awareness of my plight and have
patience to wait for his tummy to tell him the same as mine.
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