July 21, 2009

White Dog watched the sky darken and the clouds roll in. "We're in for rain, tonight," she told me as she climbed onto my shoulder and the first thunder growled. It rained all evening but Steve and White Dog decided it had slowed enough by bedtime to risk a walk. They set off and predictably, the drops started coming down harder. When they returned White Dog was drenched...not only from the rain but from the inconsiderate driver who splashed a puddle's worth of water onto her as she sat at the crosswalk waiting for Steve's OK to "Go." Poor White Dog was wet, and mad and a little shaken from the unfortunate surprise. We dried her off and cuddled her on the bed even though it left the sheets damp.