A Grand Morning

This morning Meade and I resumed our walks with Preecia and Tank.  Tank is a dachund, small in body but big in spirit and energy.  Like a hummingbird flapping it's little wings a thousand times a minute, Tanks little stumpy feet slapped briskly at the pavement to Meade large Labrador stride, keeping up with our brisk pace without a second thought.  As we walked and visited we saw west of us the flash of lightening in the distance and hoped for the presence of rain.  An hour later, walk complete, Meade and I headed home for a shower and breakfast.  Meade collapsed on the floor for a nap.  I could envision that Tank was still on his feet racing around the house!

It was nice to hear the lightening draw nearer and see the upstart of a nice short down pour.  I was glad that it waited until after our morning walk about.  Troll Doctor was already out and about enjoying the rain when we got to work.