Saturday Morning Coming Down

It’s raining cats and dogs. The weekly water run has been postponed till Monday.


It was only sprinkling when Tobie and I went out for the morning walkie. Started seriously raining when we were pretty far from the cabin. No thunder, so Tobie was all “La di da di da, this is really interesting. Let’s stay out and enjoy it, Uncle Joel.” Could have wrung his neck. Was soaked by the time we got home. Tobie never even felt it, of course. Just so many new scents to explore. Now I’m still wet and the cabin smells like wet dog. Back to my book, I guess.

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9 Responses to Saturday Morning Coming Down

  1. boynsea says:

    “cabin smells like wet dog”: not good,, but it could be worse.

    Stay warm and dry.

  2. Robert says:

    Tobie “dammit, now my house smells like wet human”

  3. Old Trainer says:

    More likely from Tobie: Great! The cabin smells wonderful!

  4. “It’s raining cats and dogs. ”

    Careful you dont step in a poodle.

  5. Jim Price says:

    Did you ever get the tailgate latch fixed? What was the solution?

  6. Mark Matis says:

    You could always get a hair dryer and use it to dry Tobie after he gets wet…
    }:-]

  7. Steve Walton says:

    I envy you. Nothing smells like the wet desert. It’s enough to wake the dead!

  8. Terrapod says:

    Heh! My wife has issues with the dog – can’t stand wet dog smell, dog toots or bully sticks being chewed. Poor critter gets banished one or two rooms over when any of the 3 occur, and on occasion, all three happen at once 😉

    Me – none of it bothers, all part of nature and getting upset at nature is a losing fight, easier to just roll with it. Dogs dry out, the bully boner gets consumed and the farts continue no matter what.

  9. Sendarius says:

    I have had many dogs over the years, but the two Belgian Tervuerens stand out.

    Everybody knows about the Malinois, but Tervs look like their long-haired, hip, out-of-town cousins and are significantly more chill and less work.

    They DO have a double layer coat, and that means that it takes a LOT of water to get through to their skin, and conversely a LOT of drying before that wet-dog smell fades.

    Won’t give up those memories for anything, and pray they are waiting at Heaven’s gate if I get there one day.

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