It's raining again and Russ has figured out the connection between staying outside in down pours and needed to be toweled off. Yes indeed, he hates to be toweled off.
First thing this morning, cold wet rain was coming down in buckets. Russ goes out side to enjoy the puddles and lake that is forming in our back yard. Oh, he had a grand time, but when he had to sit/stay while I toweled him off--not such a grand time.
Our vet came over to check on Sara girl's progress, so he spent some time kenneled. But as soon as she left we went outside. Again, raining cats and dogs, so he made a beeline for the backyard and our now fully developed lake. After he made his first roll, I reminded him of the towel. He splashed a bit more but got out and took care of the essentials.
Two hours later, we went outside and he got the gleam in his eye that said "backyard" lake. I said okay but remember you have to be toweled off. He did his business in the front yard.
The late afternoon outside trip, either he is as over the rain as I am or he decided he hates being toweled off enough to avoid the now growing lake in the back yard.
I told him that as soon as the weather warms, he can play outside in the water until his heart is content and we will wait in the warm sunshine for him to dry enough to come in the house. I promised him a wading pool. Today that sounded as much like a fairytale to Russ as it does to me. We both wonder if it will ever be warm again!
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