Rain, Rain, Go Away . . .

It has been raining for four of the past five days, with a few days more predicted. I am one sad, sad schnauzer. I need walking and I need it badly. They take me in the rain, but then I look like a . . . well, a . . . an overgrown squirrel! That's what dad said. I don't want to look like the enemy. Mom says I should act more ecumummily, ecumentally, just a minute . . . (Mom! What was that word again? Okay. thanks.)
Ahem . . . ecumenically. Show a little trans-species understanding. Be more politically correct. Basically, hug my inner squirrel.

No Dog Way! Rain, rain, go away!!!