Finally got the dogs out of the house, tumbled into the car, rain pouring from the skies, and we lit off down the road.
Visibility low, condensation high, mounds of rain sitting atop frozen ground.
At the river, I pulled the young pup at first, getting his harness, the retractable leash, as we tromped up the hill over the crest to view the broad Connecticut.
Not a soul was around, of course, and I took care not to be pulled toward the edge, to tumble down the street side of the Arroyo,, to seamlessly disappear beneath the surface of the waters without a trace. No, would not be good.
So we kept it to the other side of the path, the big wealthy house on the corner fully lit, not a soul at home. Darkness was coming, but we were both my ducks in a puddle, happily strolling down the muddied path into the mist .
The waters of the river churning down by our side; not a trace left of the ice floes of a few days ago.
A certain point, despite his great enthusiasm, I've had enough, and pulled us around, to head back to the car.
Popped the long-haired soaking shepherd into the backseat, and walked around frozen, tire pocked mud to the front, where I lifted out the rags rely awaiting old one. And off she went.
Oh, at home all dogs distain the rain, almost refusing to go out despite necessity.
But here, in the car, on a tromp elsewhere, it's all excitement. Who cares about freezing rain.
And so she and I climbed up the hill, and walked down the other side of the path near the river, me taking great care to not find myself with a very old dog rolling down the steep side.
By now, I was soaking, despite boots and raincoat. My feet frozen, my pants something, my hands cold, and she and I? Well, we could not have been happier.
She walked and walked until finally I cut her short also, much to her disappointment, and she struggled against the lease. Back to the car, picking her up and popping her back in her seat.
The car was soaking wet on the inside from condensation, and we only added to it, as I turned on air and vents and buckled up, to slowly make our way home.
When they bounced in the front door, what's smiling dogfaces! Grand adventure because of pouring rain.
Unbuckling them and toweling them down, I peered outside to catch the sight of a few stray hail ,whizzing through the air, as we settled in for the night
Visibility low, condensation high, mounds of rain sitting atop frozen ground.
At the river, I pulled the young pup at first, getting his harness, the retractable leash, as we tromped up the hill over the crest to view the broad Connecticut.
Not a soul was around, of course, and I took care not to be pulled toward the edge, to tumble down the street side of the Arroyo,, to seamlessly disappear beneath the surface of the waters without a trace. No, would not be good.
So we kept it to the other side of the path, the big wealthy house on the corner fully lit, not a soul at home. Darkness was coming, but we were both my ducks in a puddle, happily strolling down the muddied path into the mist .
The waters of the river churning down by our side; not a trace left of the ice floes of a few days ago.
A certain point, despite his great enthusiasm, I've had enough, and pulled us around, to head back to the car.
Popped the long-haired soaking shepherd into the backseat, and walked around frozen, tire pocked mud to the front, where I lifted out the rags rely awaiting old one. And off she went.
Oh, at home all dogs distain the rain, almost refusing to go out despite necessity.
But here, in the car, on a tromp elsewhere, it's all excitement. Who cares about freezing rain.
And so she and I climbed up the hill, and walked down the other side of the path near the river, me taking great care to not find myself with a very old dog rolling down the steep side.
By now, I was soaking, despite boots and raincoat. My feet frozen, my pants something, my hands cold, and she and I? Well, we could not have been happier.
She walked and walked until finally I cut her short also, much to her disappointment, and she struggled against the lease. Back to the car, picking her up and popping her back in her seat.
The car was soaking wet on the inside from condensation, and we only added to it, as I turned on air and vents and buckled up, to slowly make our way home.
When they bounced in the front door, what's smiling dogfaces! Grand adventure because of pouring rain.
Unbuckling them and toweling them down, I peered outside to catch the sight of a few stray hail ,whizzing through the air, as we settled in for the night
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