Just shy of a month ago I rescued a 5-ish month old pup that got dumped out on a county road. After making every effort (scanned for a chip, flyers put up, etc...) to make sure she didn't run away from a home that really missed her, I decided to keep her. Since then we've been going for walks/runs on the days I'm home. This morning I got up early and trimmed hedges, knowing that flash flooding is expected today thru tomorrow night, and also knowing any form of outdoor exercise won't happen for obvious reasons, coupled with the knowledge that I always get called into work for swift water rescue when Mother Nature has a tantrum of this proportion. Anyway, I got done with the hedges, cleaned up and put everything away and decided fur face and I better get our exercise in while we had a chance. Needless to say, we made it a mile before it started raining so we stepped up our jog the rest of the way home, with dingbat the dog biting at raindrops the whole way. It pretty much goes without saying that we were soaked by the time we got home. Luckily, I had laid towels by the door before we left, just in case. Once we made it to the shelter of the front porch, I opened the front door, grabbed a towel, dried my head and face so I could see, then grabbed the mighty raindrop slayer's towel. She got all excited when she saw her towel and acted like she didn't have a lick of sense while I was drying her off. Despite getting caught in a downpour (and not being able to see much else but her because she was right next to me), I couldn't help but smile at her playfulness on our run home, then her excitement about towel time seriously upped the smile factor. Some days I could cheerfully pinch her head off, but days like today make me realize we're perfect for each other.
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