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Bad Mommy!

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It just started raining really hard about 15 minutes ago, and one of the downspouts near the patio has been overflowing, so I made a mental note to get up and check that it wasn't overflowing into any of the containers. When I did, I discovered that poor Alex was outside, trying to curl as much of his body as possible under the patio table! I don't remember putting him outside after Bobby left this morning, but I must have. While I wouldn't put it past him to open the sliding screen door by himself, I doubt he closed it behind himself again.

He looked drowned and miserable, so I gave him a good rubdown with a towel and a peanut butter bone to apologize for being such a bad Mommy. :(
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    • I've been pampering him all day to try to make up from it! It doesn't help that his fur is now all clumped together so, whenever I see him, I remember my mistake and feel badly all over again!
  • Oh, poor Alex! Good thing you thought to check the downspouts.
    • I know! It was really pouring, so the poor guy would have been soaked to the skin. As it is, because Goldens are waterproof, a brisk toweling dried him right up again.
  • Awww poor thing, it really is not his week, is it?
    • Lol--no, it seems it is not!

      But he got a treat (which they never get during the day) and extra attention for his travails, so I hope that has made up for it, at least a little bit. :)
  • Awwwww. Poor Alex. (And I bet he's really using those big baby eyes to guilt you but good, eh? ;)
    • How'd you know? ;) When I gave them their PB bone, Lance was all wiggly and bright-eyed ("Oh! Mommy! A treat during the day--yippee!") but Alex gave me this look like, "Thanks, Mommy," like he knew what I was doing and wanted to be perfectly clear that no piddlin' dog biscuit would make up for it! :D
  • Wow, I am sure he looked like a sad state of affairs! Good thing he is an old barn dog!!!!
    • He did! And his fur dried all clumped together, so now he's even more raggedy looking than usual. Dare I hope that the rain washed the rest of the poop from his feathers?? Prolly not.
  • Poor puppy!

    I really am dreadfully bad about forgetting when I let out the dog. So I always set the timer on the stove when I put her out. In cooler months I make her stay out about ten minutes, but in this heat, 5 minutes is enough to let her do her thing.

    And that timer? It beeps really loudly, I can hear it throughout the house, and it won't stop until I turn it off!
    • I always forget them too! Luckily, they're Golden Retrievers, so they're meant to be outside, and they're waterproof, so a little rain doesn't hurt them. But I have been extra vigilant lately with the heat we've had because they also have really thick coats and don't need to be outside in 90+ temperatures for long. Though Alex generally flops down on the dirt patch where grass won't grow. Then I'm picking sticks and leaves out of his feathers all day. (Revenge!) Lancer, if I forget him for too long, will start to whine eventually. (Then I have to wait till he stops because I can't let him think that whining will make me let him in!)

      You may have noticed I am a little scatterbrained ... :^P
  • my dog won't even go out if it's pouring rain. oh, he'll go to the end of the breezeway, but then he looks back at me as if to say, "Oh, hell no!" and then he makes for the door.

    although, sometimes he doesn't realize it's raining until he's out in it. that's pretty funny when he does that.
    • Lancelot is that way! If it's hot or raining, he'll run for the door, then screech to a halt. Alex comes from sturdier stock (he was born on a farm in West Virginia versus in the pishposh development down the street from us) and just schleps about in anything.
  • You were just teaching him not to take his warm, DRY house for granted, that's all!
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