It hasn't rained in, oh, 3 weeks. OF COURSE it starts raining the day after they rip our roof off.
In the meantime, the dogs are confused as hell about all the junk in their personal litterbox (our back yard) and have for the last 2 days basically refused to leave the back stoop to pee. Which is lovely. They also don't like to go out in the rain, so we tried to coax them into doing late-night potty on the front porch. So last night, about 10:15 after I'd grown so weary of the debate and said, "Jeez. I know who I'm voting for. I'm not watching this anymore," saw me and Eric in socks on the front porch.
"Pleeeeeeeease, Pixie. I know you have to potty. Please potty for mama."
Dignity? What dignity?
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