We got caught in a big storm down at The Park.
We have just run for shelter.
Here we are with everybody else, under the cricket shed.
"Hi there, Monty"
"Gidday lads. It's a bit wet out there."
Poor wet Monty.
Monty checks out the scene and looks for his mates.
More thunder and lightening. Crash. Boom.
Who's that poor little thing down the end ?
To be continued...
Si the DogBlogger