Weather in the Tries: Whoa Doat!!! We have an 80% of rain on Monday! Seattle, over on the dark side of the mountains is possibly going to have enough rain to slide off on the Salish Sea. In the meantime, our highs are moving down into the 70s and high 60s.

Must be the end of summer doldrums have hit, but I am feeling really, really lazy. So I’m doing an encore presentation of an old blog from years back, just for you.

Rainy Day and the Wet Dog

As you know, if you know Rainy Day at all, she’s a sucker for small, furry creatures. She’s always liked cats, hamsters, bunny rabbits, and even the now and then dog. She likes large, furry men, too, but that’s another story.

One day several years ago, Rainy D and Friend, were out driving, and came upon a dog in the middle of a busy street. The dog was a tad frightened, terrified would be a good word, and Rainy D and Friend managed to not only catch him, but to talk to some of the neighbors, one of whom knew the dog, made a couple of phone calls, tracked down the owner, and told Rainy D and Friend the dog had been dumped up in the hills, unwanted. Dog wasn’t much more than a puppy, and cute as all get out.

Rainy D is quite proud of herself – both the owner and the messenger who related the information remained alive. Barely. It took a great deal of restraint on Rainy D’s part to allow that.

Friend couldn’t have a dog, so Rainy D ended up with him, a mini Australian Shepherd mix, she and Friend named Mr. Lucky Dude, who may not have felt quite so lucky a few days later as he underwent surgery and forever more barked soprano. Cat was NOT pleased at the new sibling, either. But a strange thing about Cat—she is not a very friendly cat, hates laps, barely tolerates pets, &c, unless she has competition from a dog. Then, and only then, she is Miss Lovey Dovey. I like having a dog just for that reason.

When Rainy D had a photo she took of a coyote printed and framed to enter in the fair, she stood it on the floor in the living room. Poor Mr. Lucky Dude freaked out. He was terrified. He barked, he growled, he whined, and he ran. Rainy D suspects when he was dumped in the hills above her home, the coyotes chased him back into town. It being summer, they wanted to play with him, not eat him. He eventually accepted that the vicious coyote in the living room would not chase him, or eat him, but he always eyed it warily. The previous owner still lived, but only because Rainy D didn’t know where.

While Mr. Lucky Dude lived with Rainy D, until she could find a good home for him, he loved to go outside, roll around in squirrel poo, and when it rained, play outside until he became thoroughly wet. He never quite understood why Rainy D always toweled him off when he came in. Especially when he’d been to the Doggie Boutique and wore not only wet fur, but eau de Squirrel Poo. Such a handsome and debonaire dog!

Eventually, Rainy D found a good home for him, and he now has another dog to play with, and fields in which to romp, and even a child or two to herd. He loves to herd – squirrels, cats, humans, other dogs…he never quite understood why Cat not only didn’t want to play (she was too old for such childish things) but didn’t appreciate being herded through the house, either.

Cats, Rainy D says, are much more socially acceptable than dogs. At least they don’t roll in squirrel poo, nor do they play in the rain. But, she admits, they are not always as loving as a dog.

Photo of the Week:

Entertainment:

Netflix: I watched the final episodes of Lucifer this week. I admit, I’m sorry it’s over. There was a bit of sadness toward the end, and I watched the last couple minutes thru my tears, and at the end, I was laughing harder than I’ve laughed in a long time. Corny, schmaltzy, downright dumb, and full of laughs—one of the best series I’ve ever seen.

Books: when I finish a book, I review it at: http://lenoragood.blogspot.com

Finished Slaughterhouse Five. I truly don’t understand what all the hoopla is/was about. Unless it was one of the first books with an anti-hero. Yes, it’s antiwar, but so are a lot of books that I found a lot more interesting. Unfortunately, every time he used his signature phrase to emphasize how uncaring his hero was, “So it goes,” he threw me clear out of the story. But I finished it, so I reviewed it.

Also finished The Father poems by Sharon Olds, which was marvelous, Mother Country poems by Elana Bell which rounded out the cycle, and Bayna Bayna  by Zeina Azzam. Bayna Bayna roughly translates from the Arabic into Betwixt and Between. 

Quote of the week:

“Now tell me, what is it you truly desire?” —Lucifer Morningstar

We can really use the rain, but I know one small Brave Dog who just hates it. Water belongs in his dish, not falling out of the sky. He has no fat, and not much fur, and the drops are cold, and sometime painful if it’s a hard enough rain. He hates wearing a rain-coat, too. It’s hard being a small dog. Wanna guess what he truly desires??? Go forth and have a great week. And make sure your dinghy is well caulked. Just in case…