i have become the horrid lady that forces six unhappy whippets out of the door at regular intervals throughout the day..
they scrunch up their pretty faces, hoppity hop on three legs in the hope of keeping at least one foot dry and go about their business...
the suggestion of going any further than the garden gate is met with a very firm swoosh as they fly past me and press theirselves against the door...
then they shiver and shake...
six sets of feet are dried and then the shuffling round of beds commences...
the rain has to stop soon surely...
It's not just whippets...
ReplyDeleteaw bless them.x
ReplyDeleteThe cats here are the same, well two of them! Fistral will go out all weathers saying that she only does the two second dash to the garage to water the garden tools bless her!
ReplyDeleteParsley and Rhooby refuse to venture outside until the rain stops!
Happy New year too x