It has been cool and raining here since my sister and her family left on Tuesday morning. Our daily walk has been postponed indefinitely, the Chatahoochee river is back on the rise and everything is completely soggy. This morning I was wiling away the soggy dreary day by sorting through the hand-me-downs that my mackerdoodle recently received from her female cousins.
At the bottom of one of the boxes I found a pair of blue rubber boots, which the mackerdoodle seized immediately. “Oooooh,” she said. “yiddew boots. I plash in puddews?” Before I could explain to her that splashing in puddles wasn’t a good idea, her father looked up from his preparation for Sunday School and said, “Sure baby girl.” Hmmmm.
So, we went next door and borrowed our neighbors’ curb side puddle and the mackerdoodle splashed and splashed and splashed.
When the rain began to get heavier than just a few sprinkles, we insisted that she come inside. She gave us this look:
Maybe we’ll find some more puddles tomorrow.