It was just donut shop coffee

 

          They both heard the thunder, but the dog didn’t understand why the old man wasn’t taking him out on his morning walk.  Seeing the sad eyes of the dog looking up at him, the old man tried to explain that rain would soon follow, and he didn’t really care to get wet.  Still, the dog didn’t understand and kept looking at the old man, waiting for him to take the leash from the wall hook.

          The old man filled his coffee cup and sat at the kitchen table, the dog came over and sat next to him.  As the old mad rubbed the dog’s head and itched behind his ears, the dog closed his eyes and wondered what that nasty smelling coffee tasted like.

          There was a certain frustration level in the old man at not being able to fully communicate with his dog, so when it began to rain the man opened up the side door so the dog could sit there, see and hear the rain, and then maybe he would understand what was going on.  It was a hopeful wish, however, that the dog makes the connection between the sound of thunder and the eventual rain.  That was asking a lot from a dog that has never attended weather school or gotten a job as a forecaster.

         (This post should be considered as a bookmark, a place holder until this storm lets up, when I can once again turn my system on and not worry about this lightening.)

I hope you can understand that.