I knew that Oliver was not going to step one paw onto the damp ground, so I let him go out the front door this morning where there is a covered walkway. Peek-a-boo was also very particular about where she did her business this morning.
So the dogs have been out, I'm fixing breakfast, and it suddenly hits me that the dog's bowls are outside...where it's WET.
This is how much my dogs HATE the rain. They would rather starve than go out under the alcove and eat. Spoiled rotten dogs!
By the time I figured this out...they were HUNGRY!
Now that they are full, they are lounging around, enjoying the sound of the rain with me.
|Oliver taking a snooze|
Then suddenly, out of no where...is the LOUDEST clap of thunder...
|MOM!!! What the hell was that?!|