Horse's Ass Pub: RAIN

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Everybody has begun to smell like wet dog.

Pah.

Think I'll throw a line out my office window, do some fishing.

fatmammycat said...: Years ago my grandmother had a fur coat that she wore on Sundays and to parties-summer or winter. Late one Sunday morning as she slowly made her way to the grave yard to pay her respects to her husband there was an almight crack and an almost torrent fell from the sky. Now because of two dodgy hips and sheer old age Gamma couldn't hurry to take cover and she was throughly drenched. The coat took a terrible battering and by the time she'd made it to the car she was almost bent double under the weight. But for months after whenever she got into the car my father-ever the wag would complain viciously to us kids about the fact that 'clearly we had been sneaking the collies into the car when his back was turned.'
And we'd squeal. 'We didn't we didn't.'
And he'd go 'but you must, sniff, doesn't it smell like...what is that? Pooch? Can't you smell it?'
And we'd collapse in fits while Gamma stared rigidly out the window ignoring the lot of us.
It really did smell like a wet dog, well a wet dog wearing mothballs and gallons of Opium.; 16 May, 2006 14:43
SheBah said...: I don't mind a nice shower of rain, if I have a good umbrella, especially that warm tropical stuff. What I really hate
if that thin mean drizzle we get from our cold winter skies in January - it drenches you to the bone and leaves you shivering like a grass fairy.; 17 May, 2006 11:33