Mum knew it was forecast to rain so got me out early to the park then we went for breakfast in a lovely dog friendly place. She ordered the mini breakfast but, lucky for me, it was still huge so she shared the Cumberland sossidge. Boy, was that tasty.
Halfway through she turns and looks out of the big windows – and it’s pelting down. Irony is that this bar used to be a shop where you could get a cheap umbrella if you were caught in the rain!
She put her jacket over her hair and we made our way home. Then she remembered Marley had gone out before us so rushed to rescue him.
He was FURIOUS at being soaked but, as usual, refused to be dried. Mum tried three times to catch him and dry him off with one of my towels but he yowled and escaped.
Unfortunately Cleo appeared and Marley rounded on her with a slap because he was in such a foul mood. Poor Cleo; at least mum gave her extra Whiskas as compensation.
Another great sunny day and I’ve had a ‘business’ walk down the street (if you know what I mean!) but mum says we can’t go for a proper walk until Marley and Cleo’s cat litter has been delivered.
Dogwuff! 