Saturday, July 18, 2015
Though it's been raining all day, I'm not bored. Some of us rely on intellectual pursuits for entertainment. Give me a window shade, moth, and electrical cord, and I'll see you tomorrow, don't let the door hit you on your way out. The Dog, on the other hand, has fewer -- to put it politely -- personal resources. Which is why we let him outside. To do what? Sniff wet and then wetter things, apparently, from what I can see.
I've been giving this a lot of thought, and you know what I think?
I think rain is for suckers. I told him as much, believe you me.
And I told him if thinks he's going to run back inside and kiss me, he can just think again. Towel off first, buster, then, well, we'll take it under consideration. Maybe when the moth is dead and I've completed my autopsy.