We have had days and days of evil weather! In the Furlong house we have cabin fever. The Furlong dog hates the rain – yet he turns into an otter near a river or lake.
We haven’t had a walk since last week. Exercise, for us, has been going up and down the stairs with the Furlong dog on a lead, or lobbing balls for him to retrieve in the hall.
Today we put on our oil skins and went out in the car. We took the dog on a tidgy walk up in the deserted village – I mean the town. There were few other people there. They were at home in their cosy houses and the shopkeepers were checking their watches for going home time.
You know the Furlong dog hates the rain by watching how he runs. Tail dragging, legs shortened and head down. He got wet. Of the three of us, he got to the front door first when we arrived home and unpacked ourselves from the car.
He loved getting home.
And so did we.
It is predicted on the telly that tomorrow the weather is going to be the same as today, and all the days preceding,
Oh dear – cabin fever again.