8th October, 2018 Monday
Day was dripping lowering sky. As evening pulled the day to dim, fog settled deep in the field. My window framed a wall of clouds. Floating in the house today.
Now my Deerhounds hate the rain, oh yes they do, oooo,oooo, mom don’t make me stand out here getting all this wet on my age old Scottish DNA. Oy. Sissy dogs. And Wizard having noI get the Wizard flinching at the wet, his coat is close and short except for those finely feathered ears. The Duckles scoot out to pee and poo and then demand the couch.
It was the first real socked in dripping day of Fall. As I said, my DNA drinks this up like mother’s milk. And like all dogs I fell to couching in the afternoon. I was not alone.
Five furries all across the keystone couch. Dreaming dry and warm, no motion.
And then there is The Zoi. The dog door opened and out she flew, her frothy curls love the rain. She loves to chat with Flock of Five and their two Guardian Geese, Thanksgiving and Christmas. She shoots across the field to watch them through the fence. And then she snarffles all around the field. She likes to watch our very busy neighbor and his very loyal dog.
But most of all her Russian Genes are impervious to rain. She danced and played and laid right down on all that soft wet grass for most of the afternoon. And then she did appear all smiles and all dripping wet. I draped her with a towel and whipped her frothy curls from flat against her sopping wet to wild and swirly dry.
She came and curled up tight with me and Wizard and the Duchs on the keystone couch and conked her self right out all pressed against my legs.
She truly loves the rain.
One of my favorite parts of Dogging is treating my Pack of Six. My Husband caught us a few days ago.
Tea was green and the dream was something all about finding a playmate for The Zoi.
Ta.
Tea With Me 