As the monsoon continues, I open my back door, look at my little dogs and plaintively query, “Want to go out?” They haven’t been out in hours. And the look on their faces as they gaze at the pouring rain from the comfort of their dry doggy bed tells me they never plan to go out again. So I’ll continue to tread carefully as I walk through my house and hope they understand the use to the little puppy pads with which I have papered my home.
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Sigh…