Monday, April 13, 2026, 38.1* F, 75% RH, 0522
The three not enamored with this change in routine as I sit down to type providing “stay” in place of my usual morning greeting. No one complained. I looked for a break in the rain, even a few minutes between showers trying to forestall the aerobics of puppy dry off: radar showed none. The three did not mind or perhaps did not notice that I did not accompany them into the rain. I stood by the open door waiting with the gray and white striped beach towel. Ruger had waited long enough while I dried and released Zayne. In unison Ruger shook the rain from himself just as I covered him with the towel.
Yesterday, in places, the black dirt of the fenced-in-area, was alive with flies arriving trying their wings falling over one another like kids in a playground. A spider lurked inside the door casing his black body stark against the white trim.
Nature says, “Spring is arriving.”
Photo: LJ Austin
