With the strong winds, days upon days of rainfall, and leaves clogging the storm drains, it’s safe to say that time of year is here again. There’s no visual signal that its time to get up, and walking the dog means getting soaked and cold.
This doesn’t seem to bother Barley though. In fact, I’m pretty sure he was enjoying the giant puddles, piles of leaves, and trenches full of water. I’ve just dried him off after walking him. The towel is soaked, and so is he. It wasn’t so much a walk as me being pulled by a maniacal water fiend. He pulls as hard as he can to run up and down any small collection of water, be it puddle, stream, or lake.
And now its snowing…even better!