Puddle-Hoppin' in my Raincoat
I just went for a morning walk with my mom and my old/new rain jacket that I finally consented to wear without the hood. (I must be growing up, although the hood would have been absolutely over the top .... I can't see a thing, even without it on.) It was our puddle walk. This is the game. We do it every Friday morning. If it's wet outside, we look for puddles, deep puddles along the curbs, and believe me, there are PLENTY of puddles in Chicago right now. Deep puddles with leaves floating in them. The leaves are the color of my yellow rain jacket. When we see a puddle, mom cries out "DUNKIE! PUDDLE!!!" and into it we both jump and splash one another. Then I stick my nose and face into it to see how deep it is and to see if anything interesting lies below the surface. Mom has rainboots. Then I found something smelly to roll in. My mom said "ha, ha! The joke is on you, Dunk. It's only on your jacket and I can wipe it off." Darn!!! I wish we had a picture of it to share. Bits of black and white peeking out of bright yellow against bright yellowing leaves on the ground. Priceless. You can see the picture of me before I decided that I would tolerate a raincoat as long as I didn't have to wear a hood. I was still a youngster then. But now I LOVE the rain (as long as it doesn't pour buckets or doesn't involve a bath).
You look so handsome in your slicker...my mom bought me one once, but it was too small.
ReplyDeletePetey, believe me, you would have hated it anyways ..... Love, Dunkie-doodle
ReplyDeleteDunkie, this is Tiger the Cat. You like wet! Wet? Rain coat or not, that is why cats have dry tongues, we don't do wet! How can you, well you are a dog! Even Cory doesn't like wet! My son Noah, he got wet once, in a flood, hence the name. Dad insisted he hated cats, said something about allergies. No way, but once Noah was in the flood, well, here we are. Do Dad went broke on air filters and fans. But back to wet, Noah, couldn't breath, he had water in the ears, it is dangerous stuff that water, stay away! Bath yourselves like we do. I bath every time the dirty old man touches me. No telling where he has been! Stay out of water! Even if you are a dog, don't lower yourself to human games. I know this man's best friend game is something you canines pride yourself on, but let's not be ridiculous.
ReplyDeleteWigglebutt, any suggestions for ridding the house of cats??? I can't believe Dad lowered his standards so. I used to chase this cat. I was nice when he was half drowned, now look at us. Dad does not let me chase him anymore, I think he got senile. What do I do??? Heathcliff
ReplyDeleteBu the way I AM NOT NAMED AFTER THE CAT CARTOON!!! I am named after Heathcliff in the Bronte Novel because he was a bit nuts. He was modeled after Bramwell Bronte and Hartley Coeridge who were alcoholic, drug addicted, womanizig poets. Dad likes guys like them. He is on the Keith Richard health plan. No whipped cream no butter, just lay in the gutter and take opiates. Just because a little old 747 ran over him. If he stayed home with his dog, think of what we could have been! Now he is taking in CATS!! Growlll!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is Tiger again. Come off it Heathcliff! We carry our weight here. You guys were over run with spiders and me and my boys cleared them out. Some are venomous!
ReplyDeleteTiger, you ignorant slut! That was Dad's job! We never needed you or any of your juvenile misfits!
ReplyDeleteTiger, you go boy, keep that Heathcliff in his place! Heathcliff, don't you know that cats have CLAWS???? Be careful. Dunkie-doodle
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