All day yesterday it rained and thunderstormed. Everything is flooded and a big muddy mess. I took this picture from the front porch as another storm rolled in.
About 5 pm I looked out the window and saw Scooter making a mad dash to his shelter in a huge down pour. Yes, those are more f%*%ing cockleburs in his mane.
I spent Sunday evening grooming Scooter for nearly an hour. I curried off a bunch of winter hair, trimmed his whiskers, combed out his tail, cleaned his hooves, trimmed off any long stray straggly hairs that looked awful. When I was done, he looked mighty handsome…now he is dirty and wet…..still handsome but in a dirty way.
I took this picture on my way to feed Scooter his dinner. He was fussing because I was not moving fast enough…..brat.
Why is it that walking in rubber boots seems harder than in any other kind of boot? they slow me down….not that I am some kind of speedy gonzales or anything.
Also, my rain slicker….why are they so awkward and stiff? not to mention I have a pretty bright yellow one that makes me look like Big Bird from Sesame Street.
I have this vision in my mind of me walking across the yard to the barns looking like an obese Big Bird in rubber boots.
Wee One and Miss Kitty played in/out of the Sponge Bob tent all afternoon. Then they both took an hour long nap. How nice for me!