Yesterday, for the first time in weeks and weeks, it rained. Dogdad took us out anyway for our bedtime walk and when we came home, we were greeted with Mom's usual shrieks of WET DOG!!! WET DOG!!! You'd think she'd never seen water before. But this is what we were treated to.
First me, Jake.Then Just Harry.Fortunately, we've learned to live with it. After all, she is our primary means of communication with "the internets."
So, speaking of "the internets," this morning, when we checked on our bloggie pals, what did we find? The results of a stealth kilt fitting for our very very small role in the chorus of Beagadoon.
After last night's humiliation, we felt somewhat redeemed that Ms. Lacie had managed to do us up so handsomely (even though we heard her mutter something about our being like two "aunties" always jabbering together). We're not quite sure what's under the kilts -- as long as it isn't Mom's pink turkish towel!!!
The rains have finally stopped -- so we're safe for a while. But "the season" is not too far off.
Jake and Just Harry