It’s been raining on and off for almost a week now.
Mum’s happy because her garden is greening up and growing fast. Flowers have even begun to bloom.
Me, I’m not so impressed. Sure, rainy days mean more couch snuggling but…………..
I still haven’t won the war on being allowed to do my business in the house where civilized folk (and Pugs) should be allowed to go. So out I go in the long, wet grass (the humans haven’t been able to mow due to rain) and get soaked from my toes right up to my belly. The grass gets me from underneath and then the rain pours down on me from up top. By the time I can come in the house I’m wet and cold and shivering.
Still no indoor potty oasis for me, sadly.
The humans have taken pity on me so far as to make sure I’m bundled, cuddled and warmed up when I come in. They don’t even complain that I smell like a wet dog – much.