It’s finally raining! Something we seriously need here in California. So this morning, I open up the back door to the back yard to let the dogs out and they all took one sniff and looked at me like, “Seriously? You think we’re going out there and getting wet? No way!” So, on with my coat and dog harnesses and leashes and out we go. I’ve never seen two dogs go to the bathroom so fast. Peach, (AKA Princess Dry Paws) turns around and heads for the house.
She wants nothing to do with that wet stuff, especially when there’s warm, dry carpet in the house, just waiting for her to pee on. Not this time, sweetie. You would think that if she hates getting wet so much that she’d take care of things quickly. No way. This is Miss Fickle. First let’s sniff every blade of grass as if she was sampling wine. Does it have the right bouquet? No, so we move on to the next patch, after I course correct her, away from the front door.
Next spot, “Hmm, just not what I was looking for. Maybe something in a darker green grass color with hints of Golden Retriever pee?” Once again, heading for the door and me tugging her along. Third time’s a charm. Success!! And she bolts for the front door. So now we are wet and miserable. Maybe that was her plan all along.