Rain, Shmain and Dang

It had been raining all day and Murph hadn't had his walk yet. Of course he has a big yard, but that's not the same as a walk. With guilt building, I put on my raincoat and took him out.

This was my first time wearing my raincoat; I've never owned one before. I thought that it would be nice to have one for my upcoming trip and this seemed like a good time to give it a dress rehearsal. Since it almost reaches my ankles, I thought that it would keep me dry down to my ankles. I was so wrong. The coat only has fasteners down to hip level, so the front flies open exposing my entire legs to rain. I'm going to have to do something about that.

We both got soaked, not that Murph minded. He's always wet, regardless of the weather.

After the walk, we came up the driveway and a white dog in the driveway started howling. It was Kelsey. I don't think he recognized me in the coat. When I left, the door apparently didn't quite latch and he got loose. I ran in the house looking for Tommy and he was sitting on the carpet.

I can't believe what good dogs I have. They had over an hour to escape and didn't. This is the first time that something like this has happened and I'm astonished that they decided to stay home. Tommy and Kelsey are both rescue dogs, so maybe they know how good they have it here.