It is not a good idea to walk round the playing fields when it is raining. The wood is better for the rain although either would have been fine if I had been wearing a gabardine mackintosh, which I wasn't.
As it was I had to run from tree to tree pretending the baddies were trying to shoot me. I tried to tell Harvey about the danger from the bullets but he said, 'Pah, I woof at danger,' and continued to meander.
We did manage to have a good chat though. Harvey gave me some very good advice; he is a wise dog. Will I have the wisdom to take his advice though?
It was only specking when I left the house and I was confident that it would stop; it didn't.
And, of course, there had to be one. We met ours on the way home when the wet was dripping from my nose. He said, 'Lovely refreshing rain, isn't it?'
I smiled.
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It must be nice to have a mature dog who pauses to engage in conversation, rather than racing away from you like a bullet as soon as the lead is unshackled.
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