August 28th 2009 5:11 pm
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UGG! Mom forced me to run nearly a half-mile today... IN THE RAIN!
Our first walk today was great... I played fetch, we worked on recall (I managed 60ft with no early release! HOW AWESOME IS THAT?), and then she let me play in the creek... we walked the trail, came home. Life was good.
Then she made some peanut butter cookies for her grandmother's birthday... again, life was goooood. I got lots of licks of peanut butter for being such a dashing young gentlemen. Mom says I'm a bit of a picky eater... but not when it comes to peanut butter!
But then... UGG. The last walk of the day. I knew she was pushing her luck going out when she did... the skies were thick and black. But for some reason beyond me, she thought she could beat the rain.
WRONG. Halfway through the trail a DOWNPOUR started. It was terrible... I shook and shook, but that foul wet stuff just wouldn't come off... we had to sprint the last stretch of the track to make it back to the car. We were both soaking wet, so I can only imagine what her car's going to smell like tomorrow... but what did she honestly expect would happen?
I HATE THE RAIN!
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Poor Mulder, had to take rain walkies. =P
I always wonder when I walk my dogs in the rain if they think I'm insane or maybe don't realize that if I just stay inside, I won't get wet? Gir loves the rain, it reminds him of bath time. The other two are just indignant!