D.O.P.-T.

A nice stiff breeze in the afternoon; today would have been a splendid drying day. So I did a round of hand watering. When I heaved open the gate into the side yard—poor Monty had apparently been lying in the violets back there. He was annoyed, and then affronted when I kept going past him to get the last few plants. He stalked off through the fence to the neighbours' driveway and turned his back to me.