I don't do well in rain. I grew up in Minnesota and South Dakota - rain was not a big deal, snow was the big deal. Earlier this year, during a storm, I parked my car at work, gave up on the umbrella, and headed in. In a short time, a security guard called to tell me my lights were on. Couldn't find my keys - warned security as I exited to my car....it was STILL RUNNING with the keys in the ignition and yes, the lights on. I must have been so discombobulated by the storm and trying to get the umbrella to work, I just forgot....sheesh.
Unlike tonight - my car was not involved. The adoptable, independent-minded, blind Beagle Cyrano is having spinal cord symptoms similar to those of Seymour and Betty Boop, both of whom are now in heaven entertaining God. His symptoms aren't progressing swiftly like Seymour's so I have the chance to treat him conservatively: pain shot from Dr. Seabaugh, oral meds (pain, muscle relaxant, steroid) for his symptoms and crate rest...which means carrying him in and out for his business. I've always said Cyrano is my best house-trained dog; even in his current circumstance, he continues to prove himself - and to remind me, yes, he can be an independent boy, too.
This evening, when the rain had let up some, everyone was outside including Cyrano. I carried him out to the front yard, then steered him away from the Peanut holes; he did NOT need to fall into one! I let him walk in the grass, do his business and explore a bit, stretch his legs without threatening his back. I went back inside, watching the back door to catch him before he tried to come up the stairs. Then it began....
A Peanut Hole - she can stand in this; I barely see her back. How do you say "Dig Rite?"
First, the umbrella - a new one which came "free" with my new purse (or "luggage"). It's one of those smaller, collapsible ones only, when I opened it up (for the first time), the ribs remained bent in the middle so any rain on the umbrella would sink to the center, not run off the edges.
Second, the flashlight - I had to put the batteries in. It's a handy dandy little light with great illumination but the batteries are a wee bit tricky - just different. No problem with its performance - though I played with the differing patterns of light for a bit.
Ready to find Cyrano in the dark yard in the rain. I head out the back door as Cyrano tries to head in. What? All that work and you're right here? I scrambled to stuff umbrella shut and in my pocket or, WAIT for me, Cy! and put the flashlight - gotcha! in the other pocket so I can snag Mr. Independent before he trots up the stairs. Success - I picked him up, he gave Sydney, the new Beagle lounging in Cy's crate, the evil eye (which Syd understood and left), then settled down into his crate.
Cyrano's pad is a gift from Cheryl, who fostered him for me; he loves it
I tried to fix the umbrella. No go - I'll never get the hang of them and if I do, I'll be living back North....good boy, Cyrano, and good night.