Monday, November 14, 2016
Stealth, silence and surprise.
Monday is set to be a day of heavy rain. Band after band forecast to come rolling in from the Atlantic. In a gap in the clouds Bob gets taken out for a walk. Within minutes his paws are coated in mud. Not any mud but the thick gelatinous kind that only recently tilled clay soils can produce. He's not bothered. This is, after all, what dogs are put on earth to roll in. Canine heaven. For him this is undoubtedly starting off as the best day ever.
Back at home he is washed and toweled dry. He joins his sister in the kitchen.
The rain has brought the moles to the surface. Bob would like to think he's an excellent mole catcher but he's not. The elements of stealth, silence and surprise lacking from his technique. He is however an enthusiastic digger up of mole hills. Wet, muddy, mole hills.