Rainy days and dogs

Are the best, especially when there are no expectations.  It's like, when growing up,  and someone, usually me, would bake chocolate chip cookies and Simon and Garfunkal at the peek of  "... Like a bridge over trouble waters... sail on silver girl, sail on by..'  or something like that.   That fresh baked aroma of the gooey cookie dough and melted chips permeated the house from carpet to shingle.

Dogs in bed on a rainy day - they don't want to move and neither do I .   We are all snug and warm under the down covers, the windows cracked open to listen to the rain like chimes in the wind.  Willow and Nash sound asleep as I doze in and out.  A video is playing, the volume turned way down, so not to disturb the music outside.  Acorns pelt the roof and leaves landing with a plop on the ground, I have yet to be hit in the head by one.  I feel like i monkeys are showering us with leaden spitballs.    The hour was 7:30 Am and now it is nearly noon,  where did the time go?  I've been told there is a finch cage at the dump,  we jump out of our roast to check it out.  It's too small and missing critical part. 

Speed home and back under the covers, the dogs are a bit damp. 

 Tomorrow we are off to an agility trial where I will set up my booth to massage dogs.  A little less rain would be nice.