Precarious

We is perched on her lap - one small dog to each knee.  A bit precarious, but she was holding us ever so tight.

The thing is that it's raining again.  And we did check - it's raining in the front garden AND the back garden. 

Why does it have to rain out the front as well as out the back?  It's a bit mean we does reckon, and we can't do any gardening today.

And, there won't be a walk this afternoon, because none of us does like getting wet.