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Walk in the rain for Dixie's morning route


Dixie doesn't want to go out by herself.

I get it, I put on my shoes put the fresh pot of coffee on a thermos.  And get out the door.
Enjoy a book and coffee.
Walk 👉✅

Going by this house, kids come out and jump in a vehicle and look at someone walking a dog.
Poor dog 😢.  I smile and think of the freak out Dixie is going to do when she gets inside.

She is going to have a full-blown energy fit after this walk.  As I say this, she is going to town on her stuffy and throwing it and flinging it around the house.
A few times I just had to wipe the camera and go, this is pointless; thee lens is going to get dropped on by the time the timer goes off.

Yet the number of photos taken and some did get blurred.  It only happens to put the perspective on how much is coming down.

The rain forecast is supposed to go on for a few days as I got lead on with my wife on the matter yesterday that it was raining for a few days.
The garden will be edible after it.





At the beginning of the walk, Dixie gives the shakes.  We look at the park to go in, and the water is moving through beside the sidewalk is fantastic.  We sit down to try to get a photo of each other.  I puff on my wet cigarette.  Not much left of it✅👉🇨🇦 It damp, but I managed to smoke it in the rain.  Must have rolled it the right way.




A few photos out in the rain, taking pictures in the shower. We get very wet, and the after figure shows it.  We get in and have to change.  Yet Dixie did her business, and I got to blog about it.  We walked and made the loop.  Into the Feild, and I got my feet wet.  On the way home, now at home, I am sitting enjoying my cup of coffee.
Drying off from excursion in the rain 🌂 .


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