Sometime last week the skies over southern California opened up. It reminded me of a good DC summer thunderstorm: raindrops the size of marbles pouring down, leaving everything in its wake soaked through-and-through, disappearing within twenty minutes. It was enough to keep those with any sense inside, and those without running for shelter.
I don't know into which category Penny falls. On rainy days Penny economizes. She skips her meals and bypasses the water bowl throughout the day; Penny, it seems, understands that what goes in must come out.
When we left for our evening beach walk, the drizzling had stopped and a few rays of sunshine began peaking through the clouds. We had waited out the rain. Or not. About a quarter-mile onto the beach, the clouds came, the rain fell, nothing (and no one) was stirring, all was dark. Except Penny and I were stuck in the middle of the beach. Penny decided she'd had enough and made for the exit. I was having none of it. I was already dripping wet. There wasn't a dry spot on my body. A standoff ensued: Penny wanting to leave (!) the beach and me holding my ground, even as the ground was washing away beneath me. It was like bizarro world.
Eventually I prevailed and the rain relented. Okay, so maybe not in that order, but we did get our beach walk in after all. Of course, my reward was a chilly breeze causing me to shiver throughout our entire stay. I suspect Penny was laughing at me, knowing full-well into which category I belong.
I don't know into which category Penny falls. On rainy days Penny economizes. She skips her meals and bypasses the water bowl throughout the day; Penny, it seems, understands that what goes in must come out.
When we left for our evening beach walk, the drizzling had stopped and a few rays of sunshine began peaking through the clouds. We had waited out the rain. Or not. About a quarter-mile onto the beach, the clouds came, the rain fell, nothing (and no one) was stirring, all was dark. Except Penny and I were stuck in the middle of the beach. Penny decided she'd had enough and made for the exit. I was having none of it. I was already dripping wet. There wasn't a dry spot on my body. A standoff ensued: Penny wanting to leave (!) the beach and me holding my ground, even as the ground was washing away beneath me. It was like bizarro world.
Eventually I prevailed and the rain relented. Okay, so maybe not in that order, but we did get our beach walk in after all. Of course, my reward was a chilly breeze causing me to shiver throughout our entire stay. I suspect Penny was laughing at me, knowing full-well into which category I belong.
