It's raining. Not just a little sprinkle, mind you. Serious, drenching, I'm stuck in the house rain. It's pretty windy too. I woke up this morning and poked my head out the door. It took a lot of convincing to get me off the front porch. My poor little ears kept on catching the wind and floating on the current.
Finally being able to take the boredom, I did head out into the rain to run back and forth across the front yard with a stick in my mouth. That helped a little, but I'm still rather bored.
I figure if I can't go outside and play I should at least be able to sleep? Right? It's much better than misbehaving and eating shoes, for example.
Jason had the nerve to poke me and wake me up. I showed him. If there was sound in this picture you'd hear me barking. I thought it was big fun when I was caught. He was not amused, made me get off the table, and settle in my bed. I'm starting to think he is assuming this is some version of a puppy time out. Jason doesn't know this yet, but I think there is going to be no other option than a waterlogged walk in the rain this afternoon. Hope he has good boots.