November 6, 2019

White Dog and Tizenegy refused to be lured out for the barkfest surrounding a visit from Lyndzy, my nurse. They both preferred to hunker in their blankets to try to ignore the grey, shapeless, drizzling day. It was damp and cold...and as WD said, "Why bother? It will be dark in half an hour anyway." (It was noon.)

In answer, Mother Nature paused for a moment and sent a puddle of sunlight.

"One day will not create Seasonal Affective Disorder," Steve prodded as he hustled both outside to take a break. 

Tizenegy was back inside in a heartbeat, wet. He moved close to Steve who reached down to give a supportive pat. When Steve was bent just so, Tiz shook the water from his coat, covering Steve's glasses with drops. 

Siku came in, looked at me before hopping up next to me, and rolled on the blankets to dry off.