The Wonderful Smell Of Rain.

 Maxi and I got caught in a bout of rain.

As you know he does not like rain. At the first sniff of rain he changes gear. Into reverse and just for good measure he stops drinking water and lays with his legs crossed until he can't hold it in anymore. Eventually he deigns to be taken outside and even there he suddenly finds the wherewithal to do all his business within meters of our front door step. A clever chap indeed!

This afternoon we headed out with cheerful barks in lovely sunshine albeit a few clouds had gathered. These clouds decided to dissipate into raindrops when we were just getting into our stride. Almost halfway into the walk and as the rain only came from one cloud, I could fool Maxi into carrying on. 

Once or twice he felt a drop but by then we were more than halfway and clever as he is, he realized that going forward was his best option. Gosh, the rain on a warm summer's day was brilliant. Alone the smell of raindrops hitting warm stones is priceless and can instantly transport us to those times where we lived for jumping into puddles and didn't give a thought to having muddy wet clothes or washing them!

Maxi too had a strange look of remembrance on his little face and didn't once balk at carrying on. Both of us eventually got drenched by another cloud, one big enough to cover half the neighbourhood, but somehow we didn't mind. Maxi even took the time to sniff at a dwindling smell. Rain makes a clean slate of any territorial canine markers. Goody, tomorrow he can be the first to mark his turf.

As I am sitting at the kitchen table I can see more clouds gathering outside. We so need the rain that I think nobody will mind it. A few muddy foot prints in the entrance or an extra day to dry the washing is all worth it...

Biggi