"George Washington, as a boy, wuz ignorant of the commonest accomplishments of youth. He cudn't even tell a lie." Mark Twain
Woke at 4:30 in the a.m. t'the sound of the never-ending rain…it ain't really never-ending, of course but come December when the rain stops 'n the fog rolls in, it'll have felt like it…
Over the long, hot, dry summer, L'il Willie must'a forgot all about rain as he seemed positively puzzled by it this morning…he stood on the porch for a long time, looked at me 'n shook his head before proceeding (gingerly…almost never get a chance to use that word in that context) off the porch…'course, once he found out that the raindrops bark wuz worse than their bite, he promptly forgot about the whole thing 'n proceeded as tho' the sun wuz still shining here in Ol Fair Oaks….
Rain or shine, we still gotta go for 'The Stroll'….Willie went gamboling (a word you don't often hear) happily thru the puddles, while the older, wiser Poodle-Dogger looked before he leaped, stepping somewhat daintily around the pools…at first, anyway, but when we discovered that roosters tend to congregate in dry doorways, the natural desire to chase chickens became far too strong to resist, sort of Damn the puddles, full speed ahead…I c'd almost hear 'The games afoot' as they charged into the first group of feral fowl….
Great fun! And irresistible as we discovered more birds huddled in more doorways…
But when we got home 'n they both looked like castoff ragamuffins 'n I had to sit on the porch 'n towel both of 'em into a reasonable dryness before Millyrose 'ud let us back in the house….ahhh well, fun is where you find it…..
"Soap 'n education ain't as sudden as a massacre, but more deadly in the long run." Mark Twain
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