I'm going to blame it on Michael. He has lousy timing, for sure. Either that, or Nature was getting her kicks yesterday. Every single time he asked to go out, the rain would have stopped or lessened. Okay, jacket, hat, gloves, leash, and out we'd go. Every single time as soon as we stepped off the porch, Nature turned on the shower and we'd get soaked. Michael had needs, so it wasn't like we could turn around, go back in the house and wait it out. He may have a favorite spot for the big job, but a piddle place is more like a treasure hunt. Here? No. Okay, maybe over here. No. And it's not like one hike of the leg will do. Michael is an equal-opportunity dog with an endless supply and he shares the wealth here, there, and everywhere. I was running out of jackets and the living room was draped with those waiting to dry by the time he called it quits for the day. Michael rather liked the massage he'd get with a towel when we'd come in. For him, that was pleasure. For me, it was a necessity. His very thick fur holds water like a sponge and would soak carpet and his bed(s) and blankets.
From what I can see of the sky this morning, it looks like we might get a break from the rain today...or maybe it's just waiting until we go for a walk.
Stay safe. Be well.
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