For a Pet Sitter you can be sure of nothing. After threatening clouds, thunder, etc., but no rain, and clearing skies, I was convinced, and aggravated, that it missed us again. Not that I wanted to get wet, but it has been hot and I was looking for rain to drop the temps a bit. So I set off, without a raincoat or even a cap, to work.
A lot to do, no sign of rain, as I rush to a client with 2 Old English Sheepdogs in full coat! As I get there it starts to sprinkle, no big deal. First thing- get the leashes on and out we go. Now it is sprinkling a little harder,HMMMM. About a half block away, it starts raining,really raining! No, you don't turn back. The dogs have to 'go', and they don't seem to mind. First my hair goes, rain cascading down my face, then the clothes. By the time my jeans are soaked they begin to stretch down over my running shoes. This makes it easier to step on my own pants as the dogs are now dragging me down the street. You don't know what fun is until this happens. When we finally get back to the house, I am actually dripping more than the dogs, so I blot myself off then have to wrap the towel around these 2 magnificent large, hairy, and wet dogs. There is only so much one can do when the dog is at waist height,mine, and almost that long.
Of course that can't be the end since when I leave there I have another dog to walk. When I enter the next house a prim, little dog looked at me with disdain. I put on his leash but he walked at a distance the whole time. I believe he was embarrassed to be seen with me in his neighborhood. Can't blame him!
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