Walk cancelled on account of weather.
Better Half joined Hershey and me, and we brought Gus along for good measure. Hershey is so accustomed to brisk walks that he all but dragged his daddy down the alley. Better Half kept up, so all was well.
Until we were almost at the end of the second alley.
The weather advisory gave a low chance of rain. Tiny drops weren't unexpected but, within minutes, the rain began to pelt us. We hit the end and turned towards home early, laughing our asses off. Of course, we're both disabled so any neighbor poking their nose out their back doors would wonder why Frankenstein's Monster and Igor were running in the alley.
My dogs aren't too wussy but Angus had clearly had enough. He refused to budge. Miserable, soaked through, and clearly not pleased with the situation, he didn't put up any protests when I scooped him from the ground.
The pain pill had worn off by this point. Hauling twenty extra pounds wasn't doing my back any favors. We chased Better Half and Angus past houses and yards, finally catching up with them at our own gate. Better Half and I were soaked. Angus had morphed into a drowned, smelly rat. Hershey...has Scotchgard protection. It's uncanny how water beads up on him.
Why is my dog waterproof?! Does he think he's a damn Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever? I'm fairly certain that he channels them. Perhaps he channels some Labrador Retriever ancestry as well? It's just another mystery of the universe.
Whatever.
I'll spend today trying to sort out the office, looking at paint chips, and contemplating going back to bed.
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*I really need to get back to reviewing local eateries.