It rained last night, and it rained again this morning, so this has been Wet Dog Hours here at Chez Boo.
Keely is not a water dog; she does not like baths, puddles, large bodies of water, or rain. Ixnay onay et ainray. But pee waits for no doggo, so out we went into the surprisingly cold rain.
I do not expect rain to be cold, ever. That, to me, is a strange idea. Rain is supposed to be lukewarm, like taking an unwanted shower. I have lived continuously and bitterly in Florida since about 1984 and if there is one thing I am inured to, it is getting sopping wet. You can always tell the people who are not, as they say, from around here because they wear rubber boots. They think rain comes from the ground up? No. No, it comes from the side, and falls down your pants into your rubber shoes, where it stays.
If you want to walk comfortably in the rain, wear sandals.
UNLESS IT IS COLD wow no do not wear sandals when it is wet AND cold, I have learned.
Thus it was a shorter walk for both of us, and while Keely did pee, she did not do anything else. Gonna be a long day for her. *side eyes doggo*
We went around the block, up to Thomasville Rd. and south to 6th St. then westward to Monroe Avenue. Good thing traffic is light at 5 a.m. so we did not get splashed! I do admit to loving how atmospheric the world around me looks in the rain, all bright and reflective and crisp.
I once told someone that everything looks clean for a change, when it rains. Of course it’s just all the grime beat down to float in the gutters.