Monday, February 7, 2011

Singing in the rain

With Lassie gone home, life should be one big dog bone! Once more I am leader of the pack, top dog, hound of the Baskervilles, or whatever.

Now that it's back to being just me and the lost and found department in our house has closed, I was looking forward to a nice walk. Just me, mum and any birds that passed the way mine and mine alone to bark at.

What I hadn't counted on was rain. Here's a bit of wisdom for you. Nothing is more fun than wet grass. Nothing is less fun than going out when someone's left the hose in the sky on.

I got back home as fast as my four paws could carry me and pull mum along at the same time. But the damage was done. Wet fur. Woof to that.

I took a little comfort in depositing some of the accumulated water onto the couch. It's my attempt at conserving water. Now someone else will get to have it when they sit down as well.


  1. Ahh! I'm glad your tenant found their home! Also, I bet whoever sat on the wet sofa was happy. ;D

  2. Hee Hee, Saz, I call it an assault from the rear!

  3. Totally! Let the people have it! Woof! ;)