Thursday, May 14, 2009

Rain, rain go away

...‘cause Mom doesn’t like the way I play.


I’ve decided to show Mom that she can no longer be a fair weathered walker. Nope. If I don’t get my walks, Mom says I turn into Mr. Hyde.


Wouldn’t you if you were cooped up all day?


Last night, Mom and Dad were getting a little frustrated with me because I rang the bell on the door about five minutes after being let out the last time. No, I didn’t need to go potty each time I rang- I just wanted to play in the rain and play in the mud. Sometimes Mom would ignore me, so I rang the bell with even more action. She’s such a sponge. She fell for it almost every time because she was sure that the bell-ringing drama must mean something.


Mom finally took the bell off the door, but I did hear her laugh about it a few times. Dad wasn’t as easily amused. 


It’s raining again today, so Mom put on a hoodie and we went for a walk in the rain. She wasn’t as slow as usual, but that’s OK because I still managed to find lots of mud and puddles to play in along the way.


My favorite part is the towel game that we play when I’m all wet. Mom pretends she’s a bull fighter and I play the ‘biting’ bull.


Hey- I don’t have horns, so I gotta use what the man upstairs gave me- TEETH!


At the end, she throws down the towel and tempts me to dry myself by showing me my favorite treat *du joir. Man, that’s fun.


Now I’m on the couch next to mom, smelling like a wet dog should, gnawing on my bone. It doesn’t get much better than this.


*I say du jour because what I REALLY liked yesterday, I might not like today. I let mom know by spitting it out or pushing it away with my nose. Clever, eh?