It started raining midday. We needed the rain. But it was right before afternoon walk. While Sam would have powered on through (Its only rain!) McKinley is more like: OMG it’s rain!
It finally cleared around 10:30 p.m. Having done my best to drag
her out half a dozen times to at least pee, we were both a little wet and soggy (still) so I put on my pjs and was getting ready to go to bed. But, oh no – the rain stopped.
It is dark so no one can see how ridiculous I look in PJ pants with dogs with candy canes and ribbons and a mismatched top of horizontal colored lines. I never put WLD on a leash this late at night. We started walking. I’d be walking still if I had not called a halt to it. I don’t know if she really got a letch to walk or she’s looking for Sam. Up stairs, down stairs, across lawns, behind bushes, I mean… really!
We are back inside and the WLD is lying on the rug beside the door. The one I have to absorb dust, mud, and water. She’s saying: I want to go out again.
No. I am not going out again, I tell myself. One will get you two that by midnight I’ll be out in my mismatched night clothing. Unless it is raining.
Its a good thing the grounds are so well lit I don’t even need my iPhone flashlight.