My five pekingese love to go for a walk outside,
especially in the spring.
They will rush through the door
without even waiting to see if I'm with them.
But when it is raining, they crowd together on the threshold of the open door
like divers afraid to take the plunge from a high board.
Not that I blame them.
A cold rain is almost as unpleasant as five long-haired dogs, soaking wet.
That's why we all went for a walk this morning ahead of the rain.
And there along our way, three perfect white hyacinths
planted in a row under some trees.
Hyacinths exude a lovely scent,
but apparently not one of interest to dogs.