Missed Opportunity

I'm sitting at a table with a view of the sea, or what should be the sea. It is indistinguishable from the skyline. The rain started yesterday afternoon right after I've put on my shoes to go for our daily beach walk. The Hounds were frustrated and annoyed. There was much whining at the doors and eager looks in the direction of the leashes piled on a chair. The mood could not even be lightened by a cookie and lots of cuddles. Later on Butter had a short episode of head tremors.

Is this the secret to, shall I call it 'relocation stress'? I expected trouble much sooner. One missed walk and every hound in the house is stressed!

This morning I was awoken with eager faces, a little bit more eager than the morning 'open the door or clean the floor' faces. Still raining though. Butter and Horton got back into bed after the yard inspection and Nougat and Bofa went to entertain themselves by intently watching the slit underneath Mrs. Q's door just in case she was willing to take them for a rain soaked walk once she got out of bed.

And now? The after breakfast snooze. All calm.

Buttered Sea Bass(et)