Rainy Sunday Morning
Its Sunday morning and raining in late October.
It is also the day after a wonderful day in the woods where the pups both did their work well.
Last evening they were both tired and fell to enjoying a good meal with some extra protein in the form of boiled chicken breasts prepared especially for them. They aren’t really spoiled as some would opine—but rather cared for as one would a human athlete needing muscle maintaining sustenance.
A rainy Sunday morning is a good time to remove the gear from the truck and sort things out; making sure electronics are charged, bells are intact and the first aid kit is up to snuff.
The faint rattle of the bells wakes both pups in the other room. Tucker the elder stays put with ears perked for further possible evidence that leads to departure.
Bromley joins me and is at that point glued to my side no matter where I go in the house. He is not about to let me get out of sight.
The rain may stop.
Well–the rain did stop.