Lotta Rain/Wet Dog/Wet Me !

I've just come back from a really wet walk with my dog with rivulet upon stream upon rivulet and puddle and squeaking sandals upon soggy grass and hard rough shiny pavement as I'd care to see or experience. AAAHHHHH ! To be inside and watch this spectacle and not have to be sinking in / living it! But that was not my lot in this day's life and I had to brave the wet and wetter and wetter still elements with an even more reluctant terrior mix that is more afraid of getting wet than me. Understand please that it's not so much the getting wet part that concerns me but the drying off part.
I usually leave the house for these morning walks together with my wife as she heads off to work. I enjoy the few moments we share before taking my walk with our dog. It's nice to be fairly bright and chipper and awake and enjoy these quieter moments with my wife. We both work and it's harder at night when we collapse and basically fall apart into unrecognizable heaps of tired , spent flesh and energy so that even we don't really recognize ourselves. But then that's not the point, we're regrouping and rest is the issue. Anyway, I kept looking out the window as we chatted about our days today and I kept thinking that wouldn't it be ever so nice to skip the walk and just read the paper leisurely and sip my coffee and gaze admiringly out our window at Nature's spender in varying shades of dampness, thorough wetness to drenched sogginess.
I was smart today, I made time before the walk to collect the things I would need on our return : a dry towel by the front door being the key. I got off with my wife with my umbrella while my wife was having trouble making hers open. She was driving so it was a little bit less of an issue for her. I was already starting to feel all the moisture seeping into and around me. Our dog shook her body to get the little bit off at the start. We moved quickly once saying bye bye to me wife : there was no time to lose : get our dog to do as many number ones as she wanted and a number two, too.
We were off to a bad start, my dog not doing any of her business and pulling at her leash to go back home. I had to be firm, I had to be in charge. With these thoughts to bolster me I talked to our dog and walked as briskly as I could holding an umbrella in one hand and the leash in the other. This was also no time for me to enjoy and of the many of the songs that my son has downloaded onto my i-Pod. It would have been to much to balance. Oh well, we moved forward through rivulet after puddle after rivulet and pool and rain pounding down on us as we could manage. It took concentration, fortitude, purpose and resolve. There was not much stopping on either of our parts. Neither of us was especially enjoying this moment we were sharing together.
We did however accomplish our two purposes along our wet walk. I smiled and was pleased. It would have been very disappointing to get home and have all the drying off of our dog to do knowing that she had still to do her business! Oh well, mission was accomplished and now I just had to get her home and dry her off.
That's easier said than done, she dashes through our front door turning int a a mad dog possessed . She runs to our carpets and immediately dive bombs head first into them and then proceeds to turn her neck from side to side rapidly trying to dry off. It's quite a frantic, crazy bursts of energy, dashes and dives into the carpet kind of thing. Crazed. I took the towel and walked to our bathroom and called her.
After the third call our show she came into the bathroom and I immediately closed the door before she could get her nose through and out. We were both quick. I proceeded to dry her off quickly and she continued to dive-bomb head first into the carpet below her. I was having trouble reaching her mop-fuzzy wet head! I did after repeated tries and eventually she was dry enough for me to stop.
Now I had to close doors and get her blanket on our sofa arranged so that she could nest there looking out our front window and keeping guard and warding all strangers away with her barks. That took a few minutes and now as I go up to get some breakfast and coffee I she she is happily / peacefully collapsed on the blanket with her eyes and head down as if nodding in and our of sleep contentedly.
That's one of my walking experiences, there are many and I look for things to enjoy in each and everyone if I can, especially trying ones like pouring rain. Cheers, TONY