The Furry Golden Horde, the fond nickname I gave to Jack’s sister’s Golden Retriever and Sheltie years ago, are visiting again. At least when Lily and Lightning are here I have dogs who wag their tails and prance toward the door when I ask if they want to go outside. Lody, our elderly Collie, cringes as though she expects to be hit or kicked when I asked this question. And no, I have never kicked or struck her since I have known her, though I have fallen over her a few times. Lody just hates to go outside, unless I announce that we are going to go feed horses.
But today I agree about not wanting to go outside. It is a cold rainy day, and even the horses spent part of the time under cover. The weather doesn’t seem to bother Lily and Lightning, though.