It's time for the three a.m. pee. It is my turn to take out the puppy. Squeeks have turned to whines and if I don't hurry with my robe and slippers, full on howls can be assured. Here's hoping that the cat stays put in his perch on the bed. Baby steps for everyone involved.
Flood lights go on in back. The neighbor's party is still raging. Good thing I left in the ear plugs. ONe less stimulation. Is that rain? Steady mist. Not bad really if you have fur. Or a nice pink robe. Mr. Puppy is fascinated. Everything - everything is new. Doors are mysterious swinging monsters that open and close onto forbidden lands like "mommy's closet." The dishwasher is a growling, swishing monster to be scuttled past as quickly as possible.
But this rain business is amazing! Water from the sky tickling my eyelashes and going all squishy between my toes. Whee! Drinking in the drops beading on each blade of grass - tongue busy re-hydrating what was just expelled. The world is clean and new.
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