Raining cats and dogs... well just dogs in this one

So dreadfully bored... can we PLEASE go now?

I know it's raining... but you know you won't melt...

Quit complaining... it isn't that bad

It worked.  The pleading eyes.  The pacing.  And the heavy sighs.  She kept saying no.  Kept moving on to do busy work that she thinks is important.  But after awhile I wore her down.  And then she said those magic words, 'do you really want to go for a walk today?'.  She was hoping I'd nod my head "no".  But I'm a dog.  I don't know how to do that.  And, well, let me tell you a secret.  I don't care if it is raining or snowing or sleeting or blowing 70 mph sideways.  I want to go.  Walks are my thing.  Well my life actually.  

So off we went!  In the driving rain.  And it was lovely.  All those fresh smells.  Dead worms on the path.  And things to chase.  The big lady that yells but loves me anyway didn't seem to enjoy it today as much as I did.  Well I'm trying to keep her figure in check.  She's been working on mine, so I figure it is fair play.  If we both want a nice waistline, we have to walk.  

The only problem for her is that she has clothes to dry and I have just a stinky wet body to deal with.  I even heard her tell someone she was wet to the skivvies whatever that means.  But it was worth it.   And best of all, she didn't even yell!