Pooches, I should know better than listen to my manservant’s “clever” ideas.
Early this morning at the normal time of my manservant’s walk/run (when he used to do that regularly), he suggested that he would like to try resuming that activity and that I could accompany him through the poochhood. He said that he was not planning on going on another excursion today so I jumped at the opportunity because it would give me both an excursion and a bit of solitude away from the rest of the gang. As we walked out to the drive it was raining so I turned around to head back inside. My manservant insisted that it was just a passing sprinkle and would be over in no time. We continued on our way.
As we reached the halfway point on our walk the heavens opened up and in short order we were drenched. “Just a passing sprinkle, huh?” I commented to no one in particular. There was no point in hurrying back to the den because we were as drenched as we could get so we decided to make a game of it and made “lemonade with the lemons” (just an expression, pooches) by splashing vigorously in each puddle of water we could find.
Eventually we returned to our den. As we turned up the lane we could hear Starlight barking at the front window encouraging us to hurry up before we got wet!
Lunch was quite the occasion. My manservant decided to treat Fred and Buttons to a taco dinner in honor of them as our visitors for the next two weeks! Woo hoo! We all gathered in the dining room as the tacos were brought from the kitchen to the table. My manservant picked up a taco and then looked at us. He looked back at the taco and then placed it on his plate. Saying he couldn’t figure out a good delivery vehicle for getting part of each taco to us pooches, he quickly pulled the bag of duck strips from the cabinet and we all dining happily.
It is going to be reading for my manservant for the remainder of the afternoon, while Fred, Buttons, Starlight and I alternate napping with running around our den in circles at breakneck speeds in pursuit of each other (I might just stay in my closet, pooches).