Frequent Showers

Another ill-advised two fingers to the weather today.

It's been raining pretty much all week and this weekend we've been dog-sitting Gordon the... dog.

He's been a bit nervous and doggy equilibrium somewhat distressed, but we've been walking in the forests and all that jazz and today we went up to Bribie Island.

We'd made it quite a long way up the beach when the rain was espied upon the horizon looking a bit ominous, so we headed back from the car.

When we got there the rain had started but damn that Gordon he just wouldn't get into the boot. He's used to sitting on the back seat of Janice and Neil's truck so getting in the boot might take a bit of getting used to but it's been three times and this time it was important! So I wasn't overjoyed when his strategy to avoid getting into the boot was to lie down in the wet sand and mud and cover himself in it.

We stopped off for a milshake and when we got back into the car it was steamed up and stinking of wet dog.

Grrrr.