283: Il Pleut

I am an intelligent dog - or at least I think I am.  The title of this blog post is written in another language, just to show that I have a smattering of simple phrases in a number of languages. (Remember even English is not my primary language)

'Il pleut' is, I believe, French for 'it is raining'.  I use it because, this week it has been raining, sometime quite hard.   Obviously this is not exactly rare in the UK - but this summer has been so warm and dry, it surprised everyone when the weather returned to normal,  Not only has it rained but there has been a significant temperature drop.  Its cold!

So far, this has not stopped me going for my morning park walk but I live in fear.  If I miss that walk, I am grumpy for the rest of the day.  It sets my physical and mental mood.   (It's my Joe Wicks moment.)

It's strange what upsets our mood.  There are, of course, obvious things like injuries and accidents, but there are also what might seem trivial things which can have a major effect.

For me, it might be that there are only 57 pellets in my food bowl when I'm expecting 60.

It might be that John takes me for my evening walk at ten past nine when I've been waiting for ten minutes while he does …. who knows what?

So, if I look annoyed, nervous, discontented or plain angry when you see me in the street, it might just be that something has gone wrong again.

Of course it might just be that …. Its raining.