Hoping to get Suki out for a well-deserved run, I looked hesitantly at the dark clouds coming in from the west and decided to chance it. And determined to outwit my increasingly cunning golden retriever who is beginning to make an automatic left turn for the basketball court rather than go straight, I decided to go to pick up the mail first and then go for a run.
I was lucky I made that choice. As we ascended the steps to the grocery store and mailboxes, the skies opened up and within seconds a noisy and drenching downpour began. Suki stood in fascination, watching as sheets of rain poured down, and everyone came outside to watch as all the drainage ditches filled up and became rushing torrents.
“Sorry, Suki. No run today.” It was more than ten minutes before we were able to think about walking home again. We returned home with Suki determinedly shaking herself every few meters to attempt to rid herself of the drops still clinging to her fur. I couldn’t resist photographing her standing on the edge of our bridge: the noisy rushing water just slightly below the edge. A few more centimeters and we will be washed out!
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