{glub!} Rain, rain, and more rain, pouring down from a lovely pearlescent gray sky. Dawg and Human are stuck in the house. From faraway Luke Air Force Base, we’re serenaded by the constant roar of fighter jets, practicing their take-offs and landings. Birds outside the back door squabble. The pool system kicks on: seems to be working OK.
Way, waaayyy too wet to take Her Dogship for her morning doggy-walk. Too wet for the Human to poke her own schnozz out the front door. Or the back door. Or the side door.
We’re trapped!
Carless in Gaza as we are here, now that M’Hijito has kiped my car, we have no way of even getting to the grocery store.
Well. That’s wrong: we could impose on the Uber driver who lives across the street. Wouldn’t he be pleased?
Or we could walk through the rain and the puddles, getting home good & wet and good & cold. Naaaaahhhh…
We could pester M’Hijito to take us to the store, since this predicament is his doing. That would interrupt the work he does for his employer….hmmmm…. Why do I suspect it might be better to swim on over to the grocery store all by my little self?
But weirdly: WHAT a beautiful day.
Actually, when you live in Arizona, you think clouds are so rare and so exotic that whenever they lurk overhead, you fall into a trance of awe. 😀 It is, one must admit, a strange kinda place for human habitation. Made stranger by the presence of humans… 😉