Getting Wet to Prove It's Dry.

It would be an understatement to say that the dogs do not like the rain. How many times have they rushed to the door only to be stopped dead in their tracks by The Disappointment. All things considered, BC hasn't been that wet, but there have been disappointments.... and restlessness.

Tonight Rosco was wanting to go out, and was sitting by the door making his sentiments known. I opened the door and out he char'..... / stopped and turned on a dime. I shut the door in his snout but, as he just huddled in the doorway, I let him back in.

It wasn't really raining --- more like a thick but slow drizzle. So I stepped outside myself and stood several paces away from the doorway, as two doggie faces peered at me from inside.

I stood.

They peered.

I've tried this a few times before, and I knew from experience that I would have to stand there until my example proved the point.

It's ok, doggies, c'mon ,

I said, as I stood there amid the droplets in my flip flops and tee shirt, wondering how long it would take to really really prove the case to canine satisfaction.

Fips was the first to slowly climb over the door step and hop on out. Rosco, who apparently has a higher threshold of proof -- beyond a reasonable doggie doubt -- took note of his brother and then again of me. At last he cautiously followed suit and hopped on out.

I stood there is the rain and watched as the doggies did what they wanted to do before trotting back inside.

Sometimes the leader has to get wet.

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