I got snowed on yesterday (very briefly) and hailed on this morning! In Cornwall! At the very start of November! What Is It With The Weather This Year? As all dogwalkers are saying to each other with monotonous regularity at present.
This morning, I made a dramatic tableau with Brythen. On one side of us, blue skies, the sun glancing on the river far below and the sunlight gilding the fading grass. On the other, deep purple skies full of hail, lurking menacingly behind the golden hilltop. Poised between the darkness and the light, limned in a sunbeam, a hound in a dramatic pose, one paw lifted, indicating the presence of a rabbit somewhere in a bush. Also poised: me, in a dramatic pose indicating that I am not letting go of the lead so that he can go and find said rabbit (on the grounds that it's very nearly raining, and when it rains, hound ceases to be a Dramatic Pointing Beast and becomes a large sad puddle of miserable puppy trying to hide in a bush.)
This morning, I made a dramatic tableau with Brythen. On one side of us, blue skies, the sun glancing on the river far below and the sunlight gilding the fading grass. On the other, deep purple skies full of hail, lurking menacingly behind the golden hilltop. Poised between the darkness and the light, limned in a sunbeam, a hound in a dramatic pose, one paw lifted, indicating the presence of a rabbit somewhere in a bush. Also poised: me, in a dramatic pose indicating that I am not letting go of the lead so that he can go and find said rabbit (on the grounds that it's very nearly raining, and when it rains, hound ceases to be a Dramatic Pointing Beast and becomes a large sad puddle of miserable puppy trying to hide in a bush.)
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The weather really is very bizarre. We're alternating between doom-laden blackness and hideous drench, and glorious sunshine and unbroken blue skies, each phase lasting only about half an hour. Rainbows pop up every now and then, heedless of whether it's raining or sunny, and occasionally some random thunder shouts that it would like to join the party, but nobody lets it, so it goes off and sulks somewhere else.
Arguably, he could be said to have a neck like a snake and a body like a leopard. Or at least, a spotty tummy like a leopard...
(And now I'm imagining a disapproving damsel coming up to King Pellinor or Sir Palomides, her castle all trampled behind her, and saying, "So you're the owner.")