Oh, the thoughts that trample through my head when I can’t sleep. Max, one of my furry children, limped last night before going to bed. It was his surgically repaired leg. This pet parent worries about his two charges.
Then, the rain started. Not much thunder-rain fell in torrents. Morning dawned, towering thunder clouds dotted the horizon. No morning walk today–It will be a good day for reflection.
Maggie, my other dog insisted on going outside in pouring rain. The purpose–to hunt frogs and toads. She hates to be dried off with a towel–so I had to chase her down. Max loves it–because it’s like being petted.
After that it was a spirited game of catch-me-if-you-can. Max chased without the slightest sign of a limp. Could he be limping for attention? He fooled me. And, it’s going to rain all day.