It pours with rain. It's also windy. To make matters worse it's hot and humid. By the end of our morning walk Angus is soaked to the skin. It's the sort of rain that manages to find the gap between the back of your jacket and your neck.
Not that Bob and Sophie are in the slightest bit perturbed. For them it's the best day ever. A day for rolling in things malodorous and lingering in the rain. Bob finds all the watering can roses and chews them. His sister helps him. In the afternoon they dig. The lavender beds are excavated , the soil turned into gloop. ' The fonts ' astronomy exam papers are chewed. A fallen branch from a chestnut tree is dragged into the kitchen. Both of the little angels are given baths. The washer and dryer work feverishly to produce clean towels . Some dogs like to sit inside in the comfort looking at the rain. Maybe , one day, Bob and Sophie will be like that ?
