I’m in a foul mood today, so this communiqué will be short. It’s been raining for three days and three nights. One more day of this miserable weather and I’m going to have Andrew build us an ark. Well, maybe not, seeing as how we already live on a boat. We being myself, Danny the Dog, and my human, Andrew.
The thing about rain I don’t like is that it’s wet. It soaks your fur; it keeps you inside when you could be out chasing iguanas or running down a tantalizing scent. And to top it off, it brings thunder with it. And I don’t like thunder! Another thing I don’t like about rain is that one has to go outside to do one’s “business.” Hey . . . I can hold it. I’ll wait until it’s dry outside, but Andrew insists that I go out at least twice a day. Rain or shine.
When it’s raining, Andrew puts on some sort of yellow getup that keeps him dry, but does he have one of those things for me? Nope!
For three days now, he’s taken me—against my will—outside with him in the rain. If I knew how to use a phone, I’d report him to the Humane Society. But I show him. When we come back, I jump up on the bed and roll around until I’m dry. I don’t mind wet sheets, but for some reason Andrew seems to.
So, here I sit at the computer, and I know with a certainty that the big lummox is going to come to me any minute and say, “Okay, boy. Let’s go for a walk.” And I’ll be thinking, “Okay, human; how about I just bite you instead?”
Here he comes. The next time we talk, I’ll let you know if we went out in the rain or if I bit him.
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Aw, Danny… they DO make slickers in your size. do we need to start a Go-Fund-Me to get you one? Love that you dampen the sheets to dry yourself. Stay warm, sugar! ❤
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Sugar and a heart? I think I’m in love.
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Good boy, Danny, just be sure to go for the ankle bone. Thin skin and lots of nerves there. And top it off with a good shake!
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Thanks for the advice. I’ll keep that in mind.
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Dot hates going out in the rain as well. She is a Spanish dog and is not used to rain. We bought her a raincoat, which she is not fond of but it helps keep most of her dry. Glad it doesn’t rain here often. Hang in there Danny!
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Thanks for the support.
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Mogi and I go for a pee walk, rain or shine as well. Be brave and ask Andrew for flannette sheets – they soak up lots more rain. 😀
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Flannette sheets? Andrew has no idea what they are. Either do I, but Andrew did say that they sound sexy.
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lmao – oops, my bad, flannelette. The fabric feels thicker and a bit fuzzy so it’s warmer than ordinary cotton sheets. Ah…nevermind. 🙂
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Personally, I like lengthy rainy spells. But I know what you mean. Enjoy the time to write.
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Who can write? Andrew hogs the computer. I’m reduced to watching reruns of Lassie from sixty years ago. Although I must admit, she is kinda hot.
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Tink here, Danny.
You don’t have a raincoat?! Even I have a raincoat – but it’s not yellow. My legs are short and my fur is long, so it only keeps the top part dry – but at least I don’t get soaked. THEN there is this noisy air-blow thing she turns on me when we come in. Annoying, but at least it gets me warm when it rains in the winter (a LOT where I live). We just had FOUR days of freezing cold rain — coming down so hard she wouldn’t even take me outside. I had to use my inside bathroom, and Mom was talking about building one of those arks too.
You’ve just gotta’ get Andrew to get you a raincoat – ANY color. Your legs are longer than mine (and your fur is shorter), so his sheets wouldn’t get half as wet if he’d just go to the store. It isn’t as comfortable as running around naked, but it sure beats getting soaked.
Woof! TINK
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So that’s what they’re call, raincoats. Good to know. But I don’t see myself allowing Andrew to manhandle (or is it doghandle?) me into anything.
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It’s not bad, Danny. It doesn’t go on like a 2-legses coat. There’s this sticky stuff that stick flaps together under your belly and in front of your chest (but it won’t be sticky to you). And it would help keep you from getting drenched when he makes you go potty in the rain. Think about it.
Woof! TINK
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Cripes, Danny, what an ordeal. Maybe we should start a petition to get Andrew to buy you one of those yellow getups. Would you like a pair of waders to go with it? Hang in there, buddy. There is such a thing as instant karma, and it seems Andrew is long overdue for a dose 🙂
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Andrew tells me karma has already come a-knockin’ and smacked him right between the eyes. Of course, he’s referring to the day we hooked up. And I must admit the old guy has a point.
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Dan-EE! You are the kindest canine I know ♥
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The rain falls mainly on the Dan. I know a good lawyer if you need one Danny. Lucy
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As I might have mention before, Andrew and I have an arbitration clause in our contract. But thanks for the offer.
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🙂
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He is so cute lol
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Yes I am!!!
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Oh Danny Boy, you are tooooo much!
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That’s what Andrew says. But I don’t think he means it the same way you do.
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