Our Saturday morning at the river wasn't a success this week. We arrived early and there were strangers fishing on our beach. So we ignored HER and went to investigate. Roxy got a few licks of the boy's lunch--he didn't notice, I said hello and jumped in the water near the fishing lines and Roxy kept trying to kiss the man sitting on the bank baiting his hook. Then Bella started to tell them very loudly that it was our beach and to go away. SHE managed to catch us--we are suckers when it comes to food--apologising profusely and put on our leads. So we had to have a walk on our leads and were put in the car.
As we left, we saw all of our friends arriving. We were only there for about half an hour......sigh.
As if that weren't bad enough, it stormed. We got lots of rain and thunder. I barked at the thunder to make it go away, but it stayed around all night.
This morning, Sunday, we went on a 'dry walk'. That means we have to stay on the road, no sniffing, just walking.
When we got home, we had to be brushed--even Roxy--and we were given our weekend bones. Bella spent too much time looking for a private spot and had just settled down when the rain started bucketing down. She got wet trying to decide what to do, but finally abandoned the bone and came inside, watching it from the door.
As soon as the rain stopped, she raced outside and got down to business.
Obviously the rain hadn't ruined the bone in the least. She managed to get all the good bits off before it started raining again.
It's supposed to be a rainy week.