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With apologies to Robert Burns, we have to edit his poem slightly and say that the best-laid plans of mice, men, and Siberian Huskies go oft awry.
Anyone for a picnic?
Our beach weekend has not exactly helped us escape the rain. Watching the weather forecast, Hu-Dad picked a moment Sunday morning to take us on our long morning walk. Unfortunately, just as we reached a far point from the S-RV, Mother Nature decided the lull in weather needed to stop so she unleashed torrential rains. We were all soaked by the time we arrived back at the S-RV.
I blame you, Hu-Dad.
Now some of us love the rain. Qannik and Landon, in particular, have no issues soaking up the falling rain. Miss Kiska loves wading through deep puddles.
But Typhoon? Unlike the others who would tolerate a good toweling, Typhoon does not like to be touched. Very connected to that no brushing rule of his. Hu-Dad did his best, but Typhoon was traumatized.
I don’t want to talk about it.
P.S. – For those curious, our title refers first to the poem “To A Mouse” by Robert Burns which includes the line “The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft agley” which is often paraphrased “The best-laid plans of mice and men / Go oft awry”. The line is the basis for the famous novel title Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck.
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Typhoon needs to hear these words:
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad from many a blunder free us,
An’ foolish notion:
He does look incensed, poor little boy. :-O
Awww poor Typhoon!!! I hope you get rested and relaxed after your traumatizing morning!
Poor Ty! Did the rain traumatize him or the toweling off? But ok Hu dad. I can’t keep it in any longer … Valentines for the herd this year? I know you have something up your sleeve…
The rain was o.k. The toweling off was a horror! Basically, think of a little kid screaming “He’s touching me” and you have the Typhoon toweling session.
Sorry, we are late in the year and never were organized around Valentine’s Hearts for the Herd. We have received some valentines and donations (which we will make sure get to Sarge’s), but nothing official this year.
Mom ‘n Ebby say: Poor Typhoon! He looks like he needs someone to wrap him all up in a huge, fluffy, heated, Turkish towel, and just “love him dry”! Hmmm, but if he doesn’t like being touched, that could be a problem, also. Well, Ty, I guess you’ll just have to go into your “quiet place”, and dry off in solitude!