Some Rainy Sunday humor... Here on Cape Cod, we have had 2 days of sunshine in the past 2 weeks. Wet dogs, wet floors, lots of wet towels, wet everything. Today, we had a brief few moments of respite. Halley and her 12 week old brother Wrigley (or Rigley, still debating the spelling) were restless. Actually restless is and understatement. They were approaching nuclear melt-down. I was busy, so asked my husband to take the dogs for a short walk up to visit a friends gallery. Just to use up some of their boundless energy.
My husband used to be referred to as "The Man Who Hates Dogs". Before Berners, that is. Halley is his girl, Wrigley is, well, Wrigley. So, he sets out with the two dogs. Diamond, our cat decides to go too. There he is walking two bouncing, Berners down the street, followed by a long haired black cat. He visits with our friend and starts back home. As he is approaching the house, all I can hear is his booming laughter and some ranting about how insane everyone is. I am now wondering if he has somehow gone over the edge...... Apparently, on the walk home, the dogs were still bouncing, and Diamond the cat decides to lie down in the middle of the road-2 lanes that run through the center or our miniscule town. Diamond is then suddenly being attacked by blackbirds, for what reason, who knows. There is "The Man Who Hates Dogs", on the side of the road, with the two lunging, bouncing dogs who only want to play with their cat who is rolling around in the middle of the road as the birds are dive-bombing her. Traffic is stopped in both directions. Bruce says he just looked at everyone, shrugged and walked on. Diamond followed and traffic flowed again. Waiting for the sun, Janice Parky, Halley and Wrigley/Rigley Cape Cod, MA
