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‘The most affectionate creature in the world is a wet dog.’ Ambrose Bierce.

06 May

The weather bureau says we are in for more rain this weekend.  Well, of course we are.  It has been gorgeous while I have been working in the office all week—warm, bright, clear and sunny.  If rain is coming it is sure to be here just in time for the weekend . . .

walking in rainI don’t deliberately go out walking in the rain any more.  I used to love it (providing the rain wasn’t torrential enough to flatten you onto the pavement of course) but then I had my ‘boys’ to walk with me, and inclement weather made no-nevermind to them.  Harry and Frank were born and bred in Armidale—tough country boys through and through.  Freezing temperatures, snow, rain, storms—nothing stopped them from going outside or wanting their daily walks.  We (or rather I, as neither of them would be seen dead wearing anything resembling a coat) would just bundle up and out we would go.  Their enthusiasm never waned.  Harry was still demanding his daily walk at 19 years of age.

My, how things have changed . . .

muddy-dogMabel has a deep-seated aversion to rain.  As she does to having baths.  I used to think it was just the water itself that upset her, but she is quite happy to go and stand up to her oxters in any muddy puddle she can find, so that can’t be it.  She doesn’t seem to be scared of the rain either—which in itself is notable, as she is scared of almost everything else.

(Did you know that ‘fear of rain’ is a real thing?  I didn’t—it’s called ombrophobia I’m fairly confident that Mabel doesn’t suffer from that.  I think it’s more a case of she just doesn’t like to get her ‘hair’ wet.)

legscrossedMaudie isn’t quite as ‘precious’ as Mabel (although she will scream bloody murder if you try to put a raincoat on her) but the rain does always have a hilarious effect on her.  A rainstorm always makes Maudie want to pee (it never fails) and she will inevitably hover around the back door with her legs crossed for an extraordinary amount of time (always looking at me as if I should be doing something about it) before eventually giving in and making a mad dash out into the garden to relieve herself.  (Rain or no rain, when a girl’s gotta go, a girl’s gotta go.)  She will then hurtle back inside (joyously triumphant in having completed her mission) and then make a huge song and dance about drying herself off (on the carpet, or the rug, or (if I can’t catch her in time) my bed . . . )

And then there’s Molly.  Ah Molly.  I love her to death you know—but sometimes . . . .  Offer to take Molly out in the rain and she is all smiles.  Running in circles, barking and doing her little ‘happy’ dance.  All good. Until I get her out of the house and maybe as far as the end of our street and, that’s it.  stubborn-dogShe will then decide that perhaps a brisk walk in the rain was not the best idea after all, and she will plant her little fat bottom down and flatly refuse to go any further (backwards or forwards) and I’ll end up having to carry her home.  (Are all pomeranians that stubborn, or is it just her?)  It’s honestly not worth the aggravation.  (Note: The picture at right is not of me and Molly, but it was heartening to find a pic that proves other people have the same issues . . . )

PouringRainLast weekend it rained and it rained and it rained.  On Sunday I held off ‘walkies’ as long as I could (due to all the reasons listed above) but once I saw a slight break in the clouds we were off.  The girls were so excited, I got them all the way down to the end of the breakwall before they realised the rain hadn’t quite stopped.  I started to get those ‘you brought us out in the rain?’ looks.  We turned for home, and picked up the pace.  I was hoping the girls wouldn’t notice that the rain was getting heavier.  They noticed.  We were still out on the breakwall when the rain turned into the sort of deluge that Noah had been waiting for.  ‘Come on,’ I cried, “Run!’ and I started running myself (no mean feat I can tell you).  When they didn’t all overtake me like they usually do, I looked over my shoulder to see the three of them, heads down and ears flattened, all trotting forlornly in a single file behind me.

Dog-shaking-cartoonTo make matters worse, Mabel would stagger three steps, stop, shake herself vigorously, stagger another three steps, stop, shake, stop, shake . . . holding the other two up in the meantime (there seemed to be some unwritten rule about ‘jumping the line’). Unreal.  (God only knows what the neighbours must think.  Anyone looking out of their windows to see me laughing hysterically (it was all pretty funny) waving my arms about and dashing back and forth chivvying up three bedraggled, pitiful looking little dogs must have thought we were rehearsing some weird circus act.)

20141228_105902Once back inside the house of course, all the horrors of the past half hour were immediately forgotten and they reverted to their usual seething, writhing mass of wriggling, giggling, yay-we’re-at-home silliness.   Little feet, heads and tails were duly dried off (using, judging by the amount of washing I had to do later, almost every towel in the house) group hugs were duly dispensed, and that ‘special’ doggie aroma began to fill the air.  (‘Eau de Wet Dog’, mmmm. . . )

Finally, calm, dry, fed and exhausted from the trauma of the day, it was time for a nap.  On mum’s lap.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.   Let it rain again this weekend.  See if I care. There is nothing quite like the love and affection of a damp, tired-but-happy little dog—or three . . .

 
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Posted by on May 6, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

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8 responses to “‘The most affectionate creature in the world is a wet dog.’ Ambrose Bierce.

  1. Steve T

    May 6, 2016 at 7:00 pm

    Nice one Sal – your writing conjures up very vivid (and funny) images – like all good writing should 🙂

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    • sallyinthehaven

      May 9, 2016 at 1:37 pm

      Thanks Steve – I’m only describing what happened. You couldn’t make this stuff up. 🙂

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  2. Jon

    May 9, 2016 at 9:19 am

    cheers to the wet ones!

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    • sallyinthehaven

      May 9, 2016 at 1:37 pm

      That’s easy for you to say! 🙂

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  3. Anonymous

    May 14, 2016 at 7:15 am

    I love this blog Sal….I agree with Steve it is nice to be taken into your world and have a giggle. It makes me feel the world is still normal after all the horrid things that are happening. Thank you.

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    • sallyinthehaven

      May 14, 2016 at 7:41 am

      ‘My world’ can be a bit of a circus at times – not sure that you would categorise it as ‘normal’ though . . .

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  4. Vee

    May 14, 2016 at 7:16 am

    Sorry I am not anonymous really hehe

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    • sallyinthehaven

      May 14, 2016 at 7:42 am

      How could anyone even think it . . .

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