Just a week ago we were outside with our shades on. It was sunny, it was warm and it was dry.
When Mum told us we were moving to live in Spain she told us it was the driest part of Spain, it hardly ever rained and we would be able to play outside all the time.
Well guess what? She lied!!!
It rained so heavy on Sunday night we couldn't go out for our walk before bedtime.
It rained on Tuesday, so heavy we couldn't go out for more than 2 minutes without getting drenched - but it was only for the morning and then it was sunny and dry.
Then it started again last night, and it rained, and it rained and guess what - it's still raining now. So we've not been for our walk this morning and we're still waiting. We keep checking and Mum says we can go out but we have to use a 'brolly' - go on then, how are we going to hold onto one of them things? Besides, all them other dogs would think we were soft lads.
And when it rains here it really, really rains. Luckily we live on an 'ill so it all runs down towards the sea, but it's like a river and me and our Brandy are frightened we'll get swept away.
Oh, hang on - it's stopped. Got to go, I can hear the jangle of my lead.
See ya!
2 comments:
Gosh lads, you have fair grown - you are so tall now.
Strapping lads like you should be able to cope with a drop of rain, especially coming from Yorkshire.
Mum says we're as big as we're going to get now. Big enough to get into all sorts of trouble, small enough to curl up on her lap for a cuddle when we want to.
We still feel little when we go out for walks, 'cos there are some big dogs near where we live.
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