Our Sweet and Crazy Coonhound ...

Our Sweet and Crazy Coonhound ...
Run Free: birthdate unknown - Oct. 17 2008

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Deluge

We decided to go for a good walk yesterday evening. Actually, H-Mom decided to go for a good walk. Booker looked at the sky and thought better of it. But he is the one on the end of the leash and H-Mom is the boss, so off we went.

The whole day had been a drizzly mess, with off and on rain showers, but you know H-Mom ... what's a little rain?

We made it west along the river to the Andrews Street drawbridge, over and then halfway back home on the north side of the Riverwalk.

Then the sky opened up. A downpour. A deluge. H-Mom ran for one of the gazebos and tucked up along the protected side, Booker with his tail tucked between his legs looking at her with an "I told you so" hound dog look. It was Booker and H-Mom and a WTF with a bottle of vodka and an assortment of black garbage bags, watching the sheets of rain roll past.

This was not one of our 10-minute tropical downpours. This was a soaking of oceanic proportions. It was not ending in 10 minutes, 20 or 30. This was hours worth of rain.

H-Mom called home to report in. Not lost, just under a quasi-shelter. But definately stuck. Man-Dad was in Chicago, so he couldn't help. The teen-human doesn't have a license yet. No cash for a cab, and what cab would smile upon a soaking wet coonhound?

The WTF was sucking on his bottle and saying something about DOGS.

H-Mom decided to brave the rain. Booker wasn't so certain and was having some serious wavering of confidence in "the leader."

H-Mom ran for the 3rd Avenue drawbridge. The street underneath it looked dryer, at worst. It was raining so hard that after five steps, H-Mom couldn't even see where she was running.

Under the drawbridge, there was a convention of 15 WTFs. It was a WTF downpour party. With strange blankets and smokes and bottles of off-brand alcohol. H-Mom and Booker huddled under the pigeon nests, with the thumping of cars and trucks crossing overhead.

And then the teen-human called. She was coming to the rescue, with a golf umbrella and soaking wet sneakers.

But she went the wrong way. It was all very confusing. Booker was trying to convince H-Mom that we lived in a different building. A closer building. The rain was completely disorienting.

Somehow we all met at home. Wet beyond imagination.

This morning, Booker greeted H-Mom's "Let's go WALKING!" with some skepticsm.

"Walking with you," his eyes said. "What an offer."


15 comments:

The Devil Dog said...

Oh dear, that sounds like a whole lot of no fun. I do not like being wet. Even a little bit. You poor thing, Booker. Maybe next time H-mom will listen to you.

Roxy

Sparky said...

Booker!

Oh boy, sounds like it was a tough day! Although, I'm sorry to say, I did laugh my way through this post... We had some BIG downpours yesterday too, and we were at the park when it happened. The human had a small umbrella, but she wouldn't let me under it because there wasn't enough room. I was a very soggy doggy when we got home!

Sparky

Winterdark said...

I hope you got a warm towel and some cookies for all that bravery.
Bolo
http://peiinthelife.blogspot.com/

River said...

Wow, Booker, you have some wild adventures. Amazing how different the weather is there--we've been bone dry for 3 weeks so even the weeds are starting to dry now. You all need to carry a doorman's umbrella--inconvenient because it's so big and doesn't fold up like a tote but real handy when it rains! bol

Glad you all made it home safe. I'd be scared around all those WTFs.

love & wags,
River

Eduardo said...

Booker when will the humans learn to listen to us? That adventure was written so well it had me & Mommy on the edge of our seats!
Hugs & Snugs
Eduardo the Snuggle Puggle

Joe Stains said...

omdog TERRIBLE!! I hate water and rain and being wet soo bad.

Charlie Daniels said...

Yep, dogs know best ... but they don't listen to us do they! ;-)

Cheers

Charlie

twobarkingdogs said...

What an adventure!

Sen and Tom said...

Hi! This was our first ever stop at your blog. We came over from Bolo, the 'Pei's, and we live in France. We enjoyed the description of your epic walk yesterday! Even Tom might think twice about that one!

Sen-Chan and Tom

Sue (aka Soo) said...

AAAAAAaaaaaaROOOOoooooooo for you Booker! What a messy day human mom made you walk in! But you returned the favor I'm sure with that great natural, 'wet doggie' scent, huh?

You are a very handsome fella Booker, and I'm sure you catch the eye of a Poodle or two?

Happy life to you and your furless human friends!

Soo
http://www.soosoriginals.com

Jettie said...

OOHh I hate being wet!!
What a cute site!! love all the dog pics.
Wanted to thank You for the wishes.
We miss her so much. it has been hard not to start the day with her!

Niamh said...

Hi Booker,

Thanks for stopping by my blog. You must have gotten drenched in that downpour! It has been pretty dry here but I don't like to walk in the rain either.

Your friend,
Niamh

Meg said...

"looking at her with an 'I told you so' hound dog look."

Oh yes, *only* hounds can give that look to extreme perfection. No other type of dog has quite mastered it like the hounds and hound mixes. I think it's something their mom teaches them as pups, before heading off into the wide world. You should see Clara Bow when she gives that look! I'm glad you guys got home and dry eventually. :)

Maggie and Mitch said...

Holy Moley! You got soaked to the bone! We don't think we'd be too anxious to go for another walkie quite so soon either, Booker! Your mom should have listened to you in the first place!

Love ya lots,
Maggie and Mitch

Biggie-Z said...

Oh DOG! Your H-mom is just trying to make you get over your dislike of water, huh? Last week I took my Momma to the dog run when it was pouring. She was soaked through a 2-layer ski jacket shell (supposedly water resistant) + fleece hoodie in half a block. Then I splashed in the puddles while Momma huddled under a little gazebo thingy (no WTFs, thankfully). I don't know why she wouldn't come out and play with me. She couldn't have gotten any wetter anyway. She was such a grouch.

I hope your future walks are a little drier!

Biggie