Monday, September 7, 2009

Howling in the Rain

There are several things I was planning on blogging today, our trip to Washington D.C., fixing the hole in the ceiling, having fun with our friends at a Labor Day BBQ, but this trumps them all.
Olive usually wakes up when Paul gets up for work. That means around 6 a.m. But if he is home and sleeps in, we can expect her to cry to be let out of her kennel about 7 a.m. . On days like that one of us gets up and lets her out the back door. We then go back to sleep. Today was one of those typical mornings. I let Olive out at about 7, and went back to bed. When I woke up at 8:45 I noticed it was still very dark outside. Paul got up and opened the back door to let Olive in so she could eat breakfast. This is what he found: Apparently somewhere in the 2 hours that Olive was outside, it began to rain...hard. Any intelligent dog would go find some shelter. There are a couple of options in our back yard. Option #1: The brand-new dog house purchased for just such an occasion. Option #2: Large bushes that have space underneath them for even a human to sit. Olive chose Option # 3: Sit on the porch in the pouring rain until Paul and Bel get up to let her inside.
She was soaked to the bone, shivering and whining. So much for that awesome dog house.