Well, no cats, really and only 2 dogs. Three if you count the effin husky that wouldn’t leave Bella alone and wouldn’t listen to me or his owner and came very close to having a chuck-it shoved up his obnoxious ass, but we’ll leave that alone. For now.
I like the rain.
When I don’t have to go somewhere.
Weekday mornings…maybe a bit of a pain. Trying to stay dry for work. And not just outside, but getting dogs dried at home before leaving for work? That’s cardio at my house. Bella hates a bath but loves a dry. Wet dog + towel = ecstasy for her. Ever try to hold a 33 pound fish that’s not dead yet? That’s drying Bella off.
Sunday morning, though? Fantastical! Means we can go just about anywhere and have the place to ourselves. Particularly since our rain today was limited to morning time. The light-weights stay at home to wait it out. Husky aside.
My dogs are Very Good. Exceptional, one might say. The poor beasts have been stuck inside for 2 days with a very ill owner. Not even just inside. In bed. 48 hours. That little Kate, weird as she is, exceptional bed company. I have never met a dog that likes being in bed more than her.
Belly can get a pesty from time to time. Idle threats usually take care of that, though.
So, this morning, since I was sort of back to feeling like a person, I decided to kill 2 birds with one stone. Exercise and pseudo-bathe dogs all at once. We went out during the worst of it. They ran their little heiny-holes off. We even broke the law and ran the totally empty park sans leash.
We were also all completely drenched. I don’t really have rain gear. More like drizzle gear. Maybe even just sort of foggy out gear. Twas OK, though. Certainly warm enough out.
Until you stop running.
Then cold damp sad faced dogs. But the ghetto bath worked! They may be cold and pouty now, but they are cold and pouty and shiny!