Rainy Days

The rain splattered the windows, drip, drippety, drip. If you
listened very carefully you could hear a tune. Four days it had been
raining and there was more to come. Puddles rippled enticingley at
little children, trees swayed under the weight of the continuous rain.
The rain meant I could stay in door, no more trudging around the street
to the shops; no more chasing children out of the garden, or, trying to
keep them in. Our children were safely in their bedroom, they hadn't
pestered me all day. They were bored, I could tell. Yesterday they had
wanted me to play, they wanted me to carry them round the room on my
back. This was fun for a while but I soon tired; they couldn't
understand it when I snapped at them to give up.

Later, when they had calmed, down they came up to me again. This time,
I had to play hide and seek with them. That took us to tea-time; I was
glad whentea was over and they went to bed. I could rest up in front of
the warm glowing fire. I soon got bored of the hum of the tv and fell
asleep.

So, today, I feel totally refreshed and ready for anything. A good
nights sleep is all anybody needs for a new day.

From upstairs I could hear the children getting excited, I crept up
stairs to investigate. In the bedroom I saw that they had totally
destroyed their beds; sheets and blankets were thrown on the floor,
pillows were discarded from their cases. The children smiled when they
saw me, they asked what I was doing up there. I just walked up to them
and sat down. They carried on playing apparently unconcerned as to me
being there.

I got up and looked out of the window, the rain was still pouring down;
he children noticed that I'd moved and came over to where I was.

"I wish we could go out and play" said the youngest unhappily.

I just stared and hoped they didn't see my smile. The eldest came and
put his arm round my back, this made me happy so I moved closer. I like
that feeling of togetherness, of warmth and family love, it made me
feel safe. The children started to go out of the room, I followed them.
Suddenly I heard all of us being called, 'It must be dinner time' I
thought. Slowly we made our way to the warm delicious smelling
kitchen.

The broth was ready and waiting for the children on the kitchen table,
I'd smelt it cooking all day.

I could feel myself drooling at the smell; the children sat down and
the little beckoned me over. I didn't want to eat his dinner, I had my
own so I just stared at him and shook my head. I sat down and began to
eat. I didn't have the broth, it was some kind of meat, I usually had
something different to the children. Most times I didn't mind but I
would have liked to have the broth for a change.

When dinner was all finished the children asked if they could play out
for a while and for the umptennth time they were told 'NO'. So, with
sad faces they made their way back up the stairs to create more
havoc.

Now with my belly full, I felt like going outside, rain doesn't bother
me when I'm warm and well fed. Infact I quite like the feel of it on my
head as I stroll down the street.

As I went out of the door, the rain did not seem to be coming down as
fast, although I could feel my feet getting wet and the rain was
running down my fur coat to the path below.

The tree that I usually stood under was only so far down the street, it
didn't take me long to answer the call of nature and get back home
before I got too wet.

Being a dog is a wonderful life as long as somebody loves you.