It was very, very hot earlier this week, and we didn’t go out till our runs were in the shade and it had cooled down a bit. It was still hot, but nice. Then Friday it rained. Mummy was pleased it rained because everything needed water. The grass was getting crispy, which is okay, but I’d rather it was juicier. Mummy says the rain will make it juicier.
The first rainy day also had lots of noises called thunder with it. I don’t mind thunder; I know it’s just up in the clouds. Kevin said he and Midge looked up and checked with Mummy to make sure it was just thunder and then went back to dreaming. Saturday it rained still, but Mummy went out for the day, although she came back for a cup of tea and went out again soon after; she said the buses didn’t run late enough or something. I don’t know what that means. It wasn’t actually raining on Sunday when she came back from wherever she’d been, but she said the grass was till too wet for us.
This morning she went out really early, just as the radio came on. She just gave us cucumber and breakfast – no run or clean or cuddles. Kevin got his meds, though. She said she’s going to London with some books. She’ll be back this evening.
Well, that’s okay, Mummy, but when are we going to get our run? Tomorrow?