A cold grey morning in November dawned with a steady rain – the earth already wet – the rain coming down as if it would never end. Had there ever been a more miserable morning for man or beast?
Yes, of course – but this one was pretty bad.
The sky barely brightened, I lit a candle and put water in the teakettle. Pep had her breakfast and I had mine. She settled into her favorite spot in the sunroom looking out over the yard, and I settled into my favorite spot in the kitchen with my tea and the paper.
The next thing I knew, Pepper exploded with fierce barks. I jumped up from my tea to see what was the matter. Continue reading →