Wet Feet

Every story with this dog that ends “and then he pooped in the house” starts with some variation of “he didn’t want to go out in the yard because it’d been raining.” He’s a lab! How can he so hate getting his feet wet?

But he does. Today I dragged him on a walk between rain showers and you would have thought I was the most unreasonable jerk to ever unreasonably jerk around town. But he pooped.

So, victory is mine.