The Beast does not like to potty in the rain. He'll wander around, and circle several times, but when it comes down to sealing the deal, he won't do it. During this process, we both get wet, with no payoff. He holds it until it either stops raining, or he explodes from the inside.
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Heh, I have the same problem with my 5lbs of fury (we are talking about my dog here - right?). It's kind of amusing to watch her try and find a place in the grass where the rain isn't coming down. For having the brain the size of a golf ball, I guess it could be worse.
Who knows the logic behind it all. They are a little culture unto themselves, with odd traditions, nuances, habits and quirks. Never a life lived without a dog.
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