Some furry, MOST human!

They come in all shapes and sizes, a variety of ages, both male and female .... some furry, MOST human. They’re scattered higgledy piggledy all over various parts of the world.  

They ALL have a zany sense of humour and an ability to laugh at themselves!

The water at the reserve is so clean and still.

Who on earth could they be?

All that rain has sure made everything green ... vibrantly so!

My friends and family of course. 

 They’re a vital extension of me and a very necessary addition to my life and the life of my immediate family.  They make the downs bearable and the ride of my life exhilarating.  

InSANEly so. 

 They make my world go round.  In CRAZY circles sometimes, but circles nevertheless.

The hound and her furry friends only add to these crazy circles that engulf us. 

She’s the reason behind every rainy ramble and every splendiferous sun-rise. 

I wouldn’t be up and out at 6.30 in the morning if it wasn’t for the hound.  

She has a LOT to answer for.

There are mornings when the snugness of my bed beckons, when the chilly wind and the relentless rain send me snuggling down under my duvet. I feel the eyes on me, rather than see them.  I know they’re liquid-brown AND shining AND begging me to get up.  

No sound needs to be uttered .... the eyes speak volumes.

I dare anyone to resist her.

The raindrops hit us as we stretched at the view-site.  I stretched, not her.  We’d been beaten to the look-out point by the same group of school-children and their teachers who run up Cliff Road every Friday. It’s obviously a training exercise and while the teachers huff and puff at the top of the hill, the children chase each other up and down the stairs and on and off the benches. 

They’re like Sam the Man ... NO end to their energy.

The hound finds it all so exciting and DESPERATELY wants to join in.

One of the teachers points out the front moving in rapidly from the city.  

You can SEE the rain falling as it makes it’s way across the bay.  

I just KNOW it’s going to hit me BEFORE I make it down to the village.

The front moving in from the city ... it rained!  Hard!

It did.  As I packed the camera in the backpack and donned my anorak, it started.  

Heavy FAT raindrops .... drenching raindrops. 

By the time I got to the Co-op where Carol was picking me up, I was soaked.  

Caffeine fixes everything though.

Carol picked me up with a very exuberant Sam.  This hound has a definite lingerie fetish.  He’d been in the laundry basket and found the g-string she wore to gym yesterday evening.  With one end in his mouth and the other end over his leg, he must have looked a comical sight.  I can’t wait for the day Carol remembers to grab the camera and snap a pic.

For the moment though, we’re off to Waiatarua again. 

 I want to see what’s happened to ALL that water from Thursday.