Rain ruins routines.
Jake and Windy do not like to get their precious footsies wet.
Neither wanted to walk down the ramp to the backyard in the morning drizzle.
I put Windy on the ramp, stood in the doorway to prevent her return and told her to go potty. She slinked down the ramp, scampered under it and took care of her business. She practically flew up the ramp to get into the house.
Jake, on the other hand, got an alternative.
Jake can be trusted off leash in the front yard. As an old dog, I like to think he has the experience to know not to do anything stupid. For the past two years he hasn’t proved me wrong.
My little red wiener went down the two steps and hugged the porch. He knew he would be protected from the rain by staying under the soffit. He made a tight turnaround and zipped back to the front door.
My furkids are definitely domesticated – much to my embarrassment.