Where has the sun gone?

The last two mornings have been a little rougher getting up and out of the crate when it's time for the morning walk. As I'm stretching at the door of the elevator considering another lie down the door opens and in we go. Now I'm a little more awake and I can feel my bladder stretching, yearning for the outside world now, a little release. Then I get to the front door and blink my tired eyes over and over. I see MY tree ahead but I can't help noticing the little river of water running down the sidewalk, where did that come from?

As we're stepping out the door I glance over at a fully covered foot stepping across the threshold. These are called "shoes" by my owners they don't make the same flip, floppy sound like the ones she is usually wearing.

Oh, ugg, I just got spattered in the face with water. Normally I LOVE the water, swimming, drinking, splashing playing but there's just something about rain that makes me uncertain. I look down pound the pavement, do my "business" (by the way why do humans call it business) there's no transaction involved I leave my product and at the most someone picks it up and throws it away - where's the business in that?) and head for cover. What I don't get is why she always wants to walk around in the rain more. She's covered head to toe getting splattered by the tiny pellets of water and she insists on continuing.

It's a good thing I know I'll get a big bowl of food when we return otherwise I'd probably run for cover while waiting and watching her trudge along in the rain. But I don't leave her, I'd never leave her she seems so fragile walking in the rain.