when you really don't want it to? Take last Thursday. It poured. I don't mind getting wet too much, heck, I am a water dog. But, Chloe hates it when it rains. If we get caught in a shower on our walk, she runs around the house like a maniac. She rubs herself on the rug, and on the furniture to dry off. Daddy and Aunt Pat have to chase her around the room to towel her off. I don't know why she does that. Having our humans towel us off with a warm towel is like getting a massage. I love it! Besides, the humans usually almost always give us a treat afterwards. Especially if I bark, err, ask for one. It's not like Daddy and Aunt Pat make us stay outside for a while when it rains, they don't. If we're not on our walk, we're only out for as long as we need to do our potties. If it's raining too hard, we don't even go for our walk.
But, last Thursday, we had an appointment at our
Groomer. We love going there, and we like to show off how nice we look in the back yard after our appointment. Aunt Pat thinks the real reason we're anxious to go outside is because we need to potty, but that's only part of the reason. We know Mrs. G.(our neighbor who lives directly behind us) loves to see how we look once we've been to the beauty parlor (as she calls it) She's right, we do look beautiful. Once we got home, it was raining so hard we couldn't stay outside long enough for anyone to see us. We were really bummed. Chloe was so unhappy, she ran around the house to dry herself off, and then hid under the dining room table. She did the same thing later in the afternoon, and both of her bows came off. At least I still have my Halloween bandanna on.
Fortunately, the rain let up so we were able to go for our evening walk. Too bad we didn't get to see any of the neighbors to tell us how good we looked. Oh, well, we shouldn't be vain. Our Groomer was kind enough to schedule an appointment for us for the week before Thanksgiving. Hopefully, we'll have better weather next time.
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