Friday, May 22, 2009

Rough Week

The pugs have been a little depressed this week.  It has been raining here since Sunday evening.  I’m not talking about a little bit of rain either.  It has been pouring hour after hour, day after day.  I haven’t been paying too much attention to all the weather details, but I heard the weather lady mention last night that we had 18” of rain since Sunday.  That seems like an absurd amount and the northern girl in me keeps thinking, “Could you imagine if this was snow!”

But regardless of how many inches of rain we have had, the pugs are miserable.  Three pugs are miserable because every time they need to go out to go potty they get drenched and the fourth pug, who is completely indifferent to the water falling from the sky, is mad because I will not take him for a walk or let him dawdle all morning in the pouring rain.  I think having a pug that doesn’t care if he is getting wet is almost as bad as if he were upset that he is getting wet.  There doesn’t seem to be a happy medium with the bunch.

The funniest has got to be Luna though.  She refuses to walk out the door if it is raining.  You must pick her up and carry her across the threshold and if you really want to make it back in the house anytime soon it is in your best interest to put her down in the grass.  But as soon as she feels the wet grass on her paws a blank look comes across her face and she appears incapable of processing a thought.  Logic would tell her that if you want to get out of the rain, go potty real quick and you will get to go back in the dry house sooner.  But, she can’t bring herself to physically move.  She just stands there soaking up all the rain drops.

Benjamin is the king of thinking he can hold it until it stops raining.  Benny always scratches at the door when he wants to go out.  However, I will see him walk over to the door, peak out the glass to see if it is raining and if it is, he will walk away from the door.  A minute later he will do the same thing.  He is in utter turmoil because he knows he has to go potty, but there is no way he is going to ask to go out in the rain.  So, when I go to take him out, he acts like he doesn’t have to go potty.  Once I drag him out the door, he makes a mad dash to the grass, does his business and then sprints back to the house.  However, he always finds a way to pick up a piece of mulch that is streaming down the driveway as he is running back into the house.

Sol, is probably the smartest of the bunch, because she cuts the wet grass out of the process and just goes potty on the sidewalk.  Not ideal, but if it keeps her from going in the house, then I am behind it 100%.

And then there is Henry.  Henry knows it is raining and he just doesn’t care.  He always starts out like we are going on a normal walk and when I tell him that we aren’t going for a walk because, hey haven’t you noticed, it’s POURING.  Then he promptly starts to dilly dally in the front yard.  He walks through puddles, smells every blade of grass and just stares out across the lawn.  I think he is wondering what he can do to possible get wetter.

So, we are hoping that things will dry up a bit and that the flooding on local roads will subside so that we can do something fun on the upcoming 3 day weekend.  We had planned on another canoeing outing on Saturday, but we nixed those plans.  I’m thinking the pugs would love to go for a nice, long, dry walk.

Have a great weekend everyone!