Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle gets quite the look on her face when the weather doesn’t cooperate with her wishes when I first open the door to let her out to face Mother Nature in the backyard of our cherished Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood.
Thursday morning our beloved rescue mutt obviously thought the day Prior’s climb into the 70s F was a sign of spring to stay. Or summer, even. Who really knows what’s in that clever doggie brain.
Alas, her 6:45 a.m. pee-pee dance was greeted by a gray sky and damp ground. My bare arms told me we were nowhere near the last 24 hours.
Dejected but not defeated dog quickly retreated back to the porch, where she decided it was still warm enough to lie awhile and work on her wet pads.
The crawl on the wide-screen said it was 55, and the weather guy told my dear wife Karen and I that 58 would be the high for the day. I was as dejected as Ellie B, this Thursday being my last day off before starting the new full-time assignment in paint at 8 a.m. Saturday. I had hopes of shooting some warm iPhotos around town.
Not in the rain.
I had several novels awaiting that first crack open. And my new ukulele. There were many college basketball conference tournament games on TV. My bowling league kicked off the evening.
And weather man Peter said Friday will top out in the 40s. Oh, I’ll be at the store, I know somewhat sadly, for my last official shift as a cashier.
How does your pet react to the rain? What are your favorite rainy day activities, and why?