Windy, left, and Hope saying they want a walk.

Before stepping outside this morning, Hope, and later Windy, saw the drizzle and did a lightening-fast about-face from the back door.

Sigh.

I herd Hope out and tell her how wonderful she is as she walks down the ramp. Windy is easier because I can pick her up and put her on the ramp. She marches down it as I also tell her she is a good girl. After talking with other dog owners, I have learned my problem is not unique. And to think these furkids are descendants of wolves.

Jake, on the other hand, can be trusted to go out the front door. He knows he can pee on a shrub next to the porch, which is protected by the soffit’s overhang. Jake comes when called, so he has this privilege.

The piddle pad is on the hardwood floor by the back door. Starting the countdown to time to change it.