Rain Dog.

Up. Coffee, banana. I think you can always tell the difference in my early morning posts pre-coffee. Somewhat jagged and a little rampy.
Abbey is now back in the house, having sat at the end of the garden in the rain until I bribed her in with a dog biscuit. Freshly toweled and fed, she's now wandering around the house, looking through the window every now and again, then back at me, shrugging.
"What the fuck is that all about ,human food provider?" she seems to say.
"I was out there too, I just didn't sit getting rained on, huffing that the water didn't belong in the garden. Of course it does, how is Beth supposed to grow the vegetables you steal with no rain?"
"Fair point. Get that towel back out, you've missed a bit."