Wet Dogs...

OK, not to belabor the fact, but it's been raining almost the entire month of October. We're all wondering if we should start building an Ark. Ceilidh is even starting to get used to it, and will go out without too much prodding when it's time. Dax is starting to like getting towelled off when she comes back inside. Roc still doesn't care. What a guy! I've given up on trying to clean up the muddy paw prints. People are even coming prepared for the mud-paws: the nice couple who brought their Shih Tzu to use our ring at Dogs in the Ring this afternoon brought their own towel! Not necessary - we provide the amenities, but thoughtful nonetheless! I know - it's not snow, but I'll still be glad to see the sun again. - Fran

Dogs and Rain!

So after the beautiful pictures Hope took the other day, we've had lots and lots of rain. No rainbows. It's interesting how the dogs view rainy days differently. Ceilidh hates the rain. Just hates it. She'll go two feet outside the door, squat and run inside - but ONLY if she's desperate. She can hold for hours. And so can Dax, for that matter. Roc just doesn't care. Heat, rain, snow, wind, sleet - he just doesn't care. What a guy! Late yesterday afternoon I carried Dax out in the rain, and Roc went out too, brought them back in and rubbed them damp (dry's pretty much out of the question these days). Roc and Dax were inspired to chase each other around the house. So cute! That got them dry! - Fran

In Between the Downpours

Yesterday in the Chicago area we had "isolated showers and thunderstorms." Yup, isolated over Skokie. I got home just when it started to pour. And, of course the first thing we always do when we come home is take the dogs out. I tried to persuade Golly that she could wait for a few minutes until the dark cloud had gone by, but she was not to be persuaded. The others took a look outside and were perfectly content to wait a while. But, when a girl's got to go...

And Golly really didn't seem to mind the rain too much. I tried to at least carry her to a protected spot, but she wanted ... that area, over there. She did give me a dirty look, like the rain was my fault! I tried to explain that if it were up to me, all the rain would fall between 2 and 4 in the morning (sorry, all you folks working the "graveyard shift"), but Golly was still a little miffed.

And I discovered that what I thought was a rain jacket really isn't. I'll be shopping soon.