Greetings and salutations everyone; it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, mostly because I do a better job than he does. You may remember me from such posts as “Out Came The Sun” and “I Don’t Get It”, among other delightfully amusing contributions to the blogosphere.
Here I am on a very wet day indeed. I’m extremely damp.
It’s been raining and raining and raining. In some places, like Boulder to the north of us, it rained so much that there has been terrible flooding. I woke up at one in the morning because I could hear it rain, and I was worried about thunder, but the guy I live with cuddled me and said this was rain without thunder, which I didn’t believe, but it was.
He says that in the place where he lived before here, Long Beach, California, way back when (color TV hadn’t been invented and cars ran on regular gas), in the winter, it would be raining when he went to bed, and raining when he woke up in the morning. That almost never happens here. And it never thundered there, even though it did in the movies.
On our walks today, the creek was almost overflowing its banks. There’s almost never water in the creek any more, but sometimes, like when it rains a lot like in the last two days, there is. I tried to drag the guy I live with through the willows where the creek had flooded everything, but he didn’t want to get his paws wet. He said if his paws got wet he’d have to dry them out and put on new ones for the afternoon walk, and they’d get wet too. I don’t have to worry about things like that. I can dry my paws on the carpet he just vacuumed.
Everyone in the garden here has been trying to find a place to stay dry. This red-eyed, wet squirrel is sitting on a little nesting platform my mommy made years ago. I think that’s Pearl, because Earl has a notch in his ear.
I, on the other hand, have been spending a great deal of time walking around the garden getting soaking wet, so that I can come back inside and get towel cuddles.
Rain, rain, and more rain. They say it’s supposed to rain even more. Everything is watery. That’s all there is for tonight.
the miserable gardener 