It started raining early this morning, perhaps 4 AM or so, and did not stop until 6 or 7 this evening. I've never let a little rain get in the way of walking the dog, so I figured today should not be any different. So about 8:30 this morning, I grabbed my trusty rain jacket, with hood, leashed up old Pickles (aka Gnarls Barkley), and we set out.
It didn't seem too bad at first, but I keep forgetting about the trees. Even though the leaves are finally gone, we have a bunch of very large trees around the house, and the branches alone can effect my perception of how hard its raining, or how cool or warm it is, depending on if it's cold or hot. Or raining.
So anyway we headed out to South Avenue and walked toward Praley. By the time we got to Praley, maybe 1/4th of a mile away, I began to have 2nd thoughts. Pickles was soaked and would stop to shake every few steps then look at me like I was an idiot. My jacket was keeping me dry - except everywhere it didn't reach, which was most places. In those places I was soaked.
We turned left on Praley & walked toward Pineburr. Praley is a major street in this little town, so we were upon occasion passed by a vehicle. I ignored the looks of disbelief of many of the drivers, and when an 18 wheeler came rolling down the hill we had to stop and look. Pickles insists on stopping and looking at anything big or loud. 18 wheelers fit her definition of big and loud.
The more we walked, the harder it rained, so Pickles and I took a vote and decided to cut the walk a little short today. We turned on Pineburr, went up Colonial, took a little short cut on Fox over to Orchard & back to South Avenue.
Here's one thing I noticed. I know where all the barking dogs live, but today not one of them came out to bark at us. Not Lucky Bear, not Arnold Ziffel, and especially not that pack of dogs that live in back of a house on Fox.
I reckon these are fair weather barkers. I say, if you're going to take the trouble to bark at me when the sun is shining, you should also bark at me when its raining. All I'm asking is consistency out of these mutts.
Pickles had no complaints about getting back home. She shook off, became a crazy dog for a minute or two then went to sleep.