Hey, It’s Jet Here.
Ok, I did not exactly sing in the rain late last night, let’s say I had that Gene Kelly glorious feeling of enjoyment in the rain. Miss Mary Ann and Dixie came over last night by car because Dixie does not like her undercarriage to get wet. The rain began when they tried to head out for a walk with us.
Mom, unaware of the weather change, welcomed them into the house for a visit and leashed JJ and I up with our raincoats while Mom and Miss Mary Ann spoke. As you may have guessed, I could not muster enough courage to leave the garage. Mom and JJ looked like Laker fans with their duck yellow (Mom) and purple (JJ) outerwear.
About an hour later, my tank let me know it needed emptying NOW. I barked and nudged Mom while she worked on the computer. She asked me if I wanted to try to go out again; I answered by trotting to the garage door and stepping into my harness. The rain diminished to a light drizzle and Mom figured I would scoot to the side of the house, empty my tank quickly and sidle back inside the garage. She gambled and we left sans outerwear and sans garage door clicker. Good thinking Mom… until…
I realized that the drizzle felt refreshing on my back. The side of the house did not evoke any tank emptying urges and I led Mom diagonally away from the house. She did not want to interrupt my momentum and off we went. I passed a favorite pole on my young friend, Ruby’s yard. I passed a provocative patch of grass on Roger and Vicky’s yard as the rain frequency and volume increased. I passed the first of three favorite tall thin trees on the next yard and FINALLY decided the second tree had the right mojo for tank emptying. By then, I found my swagger and wanted to continue my constitutional.
Mom led me into a U-turn because by this point, we both looked like this thing called very wet. With my nose tenderly sniffing the ground on the return trip, smelling all the wonderful scents lifted by the rain, I barely registered my water saturation. Gotta give Mom some credit, she gave me smell time on the way back, even though the rain strength increased. Mom heard and saw Gene Kelly performing “Singing in the Rain” in her mind’s eye as I took her on the scenic route home circling trees, following hedge lines, and tracing semicircle driveways with my paws over the three yards on the opposite side of the street.
Another great day (and night in the rain.)