my B is a big fat wimp!
woke up this morning to torrential rain. Tucker casually hauled his lazy toosh outa bed, hauled himself downstairs, and when I asked him to go out and do his business, well, that's when he nearly had a nervous breakdown…. backing away from the door... "no, no, no!!!!" I remind him that this is not optional, he has to be brave and go outside. so he goes, reluctantly. he then stands just outside the door. I gently scoot him down the 3 steps to the yard... where he stands looking at me w/ the most horrible look on his face! Fine. whatever. just go pee!!!
I leave to go check the baby (who's throwing breakfast around the kitchen) when i hear horrendous barking and crying. I swear, you'd of thought this dog was being burned alive by acid rain the way he was carrying on. Jeeez, it's a bit of rain... I let the Drama-king in, he shoots me a dirty look, shakes off a few rain drops, and heads back to bed, where he proceeds to lick his butt on my comforter. I swear, it was payback.