White Dog already had pronounced the day "fit only for naps and noshes" and by midmorning the White Dog Army were forced to agree. It was dark with rain clouds. It grumbled and threatened with thunder and flashes of lightening. It poured torrentially then stopped then drizzled then picked up the pace again. It was dank and humid and just zapped energy. And not New Mexican style where it "stormed" for half an hour; the torture went on ALL day.
Steve had to hand deliver a special round of morale raising treats to each torpid pup because not one could muster the enthusiasm to trot over to him.
"Yes, momma, we know the rain is needed BUT..."
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| Nilla napping on the SUN porch at two in the afternoon...very dreary! |
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| We are SO bored! |
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