It’s raining, it’s pouring, and the garden is luxuriating in the sheets and sheets of water that are falling from the sky.
Yesterday, we spotted an actual duck standing on our neighbour’s chimney, quacking triumphantly at the clouds. No doubt he was thanking the Duck Gods for sending such nice weather his way.
My new writing assistant is not as thrilled with the precipitation. Having never seen rain before in his 10-week existence, he spends a lot of time lying on his mat, looking morose.
Or out on the muddy grass trying to fight the raindrops that land on his fluff. I don’t want to break his spirit by telling him he’s never going to win that one…
Besides, it’s terribly amusing, and much more interesting to watch him than to actually try to write something.
No wonder he’s earned the moniker, ProcrastiPup.
He is gorgeous Allison; almost as gorgeous as my Jessie đ
Poor little man. He is just so adorable.
Oh man he’s so cute. My dog, who is 4, hates the rain, and literally gets depressed when it rains. Funny thing – and it’s been so dry here the last couple of years, she is horrified when it finally does rain. Unlike me – I love it đ
I love it too! Wet puppy, not so much.
He’s so cute! I can completely understand the Procrasti-Pup moniker!
I know! So much more fun to watch him that to work!
Look at those eyes! So beautiful (missing my dog now – they really become part of the family so quickly, don’t they?)
They do!
He is gorgeous!
Thanks Kym – he certainly thinks so. đ
Oh I just want to gobble him up with cuddles!!!
He would be open to that.
Eee, look at his one ear up! I will come and play with him so you can get some work done.
That will be excellent. I will be waiting. As will he.