Wet Dog

It’s raining today. 

I tried to hold an umbrella and Willow’s leash at the same time. I wanted to keep her dry but she stayed just outside the umbrella’s coverage. She squinted at me as raindrops hit the long hairs above her eyes.

She does not appreciate rain.

When I tried to turn left, she stopped.

So we went right, which pleased her for a minute. There were two big trash bags to smell in front of my neighbor’s house.

I watched her closely. She puts weird things in her mouth.

After sniffing both bags, she turned back towards our house.

End of walk.

Inside, I dried her off with the thin gray towel from Wal-Mart. The dog towel. She stood still, waiting for the drying to finish so she could get her treat. 

Now she sleeps on the bed, away from the rain.

The leash hangs to dry in the shower.

The umbrella sits half-opened by the door, waiting for the wet evening walk that will displease the pup, no matter what we try.


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