Rainy Days

Yesterday, it rained all morning so we just lay around. Waiting. Waiting. We decided to visit a neighbour but Tim had left his keys in Mandy's car so we lay around some more. There is a definite art to laying around. Zen Buddhists have the right idea. When standing just stand, when sitting just sit and when lying just lie. I know a wise dog Chloe who says, "Why stand when you can sit? Why sit when you can lie?" That's how the morning went.

Then in the afternoon, we walked on the football fields by the creek. I immediately picked up a small bit of wood and ran around with glee. Some old man, possibly Italian, said, "beautiful" about me. I think it says somewhere in the bible something like, "there is a time for lying and there is a time for running around with glee with a small bit of wood in your mouth."

Please comment, people and dogs, on the art of lying around and running.