Rain dog
15 March 2008 @ 11:54
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Ferris had decided that he doesn’t like the rain. Some mornings, if it is wet, he comes outside at 7:00am whines plantively and stands on two feet (diagonal opposites, in case you’re thinking the logistics are impossible). When it is wet or raining he does not wish to pursue a long preablulation round the village, down Hannaford Lane of passed the Nursing Home. Nope, home is the place to be. Beano was the same, very anti-rain. Not that we would all rather have no rain during the day, it is always a disappointment when - like today - it is grey and drizzling, but, hey, it is the British weather… I have told Ferris that as we live in Devon, not the Costa del Sol or Cote d’Azur he will have to get used to the rain. I think the compensations of our homne make up for the weather, personally - and that is just what Chicken and I said as we drve through the damp weather yesterday to West Buckland. We were there for Mr C to finish the repirs he had begun on the annex to my eldest brother’s house. We have quite a few other DIY missios on at present, so that and pottling will be the order of the weekend, methinks. Oh, and walking in the rain, of course. |
