Well, now I know what Roger thinks of thunderstorms: He does not like them in the least.
Ever meet a dog that did?
Last night, a storm swept through and after one especially loud peal of thunder, Roger went straight to his crate and stayed there. He didn’t move for the rest of the evening.
On our walk this morning, we got caught in a downpour. In seconds, we were soaked. It rained so hard that puddles quickly formed in the gouged out depressions on the DeWitt Avenue bridge leading from Yonkers to Bronxville. The taxis from the village on ther way to Sarah Lawrence College often speed across that bridge and when they hit those troughs, a shower of water splashes onto the sidewalk. Roger and I were ready for them…stepping to the side to avoid getting sprayed.
In a previous post, I mentioned the fliers that were all along our route, asking people to be on the look-out for 88-year-old Catherine “Kay” Cotter, an Eastchester woman who suffered from dementia and had been missing. Sadly, her body was found Friday in the Bronx River in Eastchester.
Just a side note: I also blogged about another elderly woman who shows signs of dementia. We often encounter her on our walks. She invariably asks what day of the week it is, e.g. “Is today Wednesday?” I then tell her the correct day. She has always been wrong
Over the weekend, Roger and were walking and there she was. “Is today Saturday?” she asked. I was startled because for the first time she was correct.
I said, “Yes it is!”
She happily walked away.