Danny Gets Rained On



I’m in a foul mood today, so this communiqué will be short. It’s been raining for three days and three nights, and one more day of this miserable weather and I’m going to have Andrew build us an ark. Well, maybe not, seeing as how we already live on a boat. “We” being myself, Danny the Dog and my human, Andrew.

The thing about rain I don’t like is that it’s wet. It soaks your fur; it keeps you inside when you could be out chasing cats or running down a tantalizing scent. And to top it off, it brings thunder with it. And I don’t like thunder! Another thing I don’t like about rain is that one has to go outside to do one’s “business.” Hey . . . I can hold it. I’ll wait until it’s dry outside, but Andrew insists that I go out at least twice a day, rain or shine.

When it’s raining, Andrew puts on some sort of yellow getup that keeps him dry, but does he have one of those things for me? Nope!

So for three days now he’s forced me, against my will, to go outside with him in the rain. If I knew how to use a phone, I’d report him to the Humane Society. But I show him. When we come back, I jump up on the bed and roll around until I’m dry. I don’t mind wet sheets, but for some reason Andrew does.

So here I sit at his computer. The big lummox is in the bedroom reading a book, and I know with a certainty that he’s going to come out here in the next few minutes and say, “Okay boy, let’s go for a walk.” And I’ll be thinking, “Okay human, how about I just bite you instead?”

Here he comes. I’ll let you know tomorrow if we went out in the rain or I bit him.


4 thoughts on “Danny Gets Rained On

  1. Aww poor Danny, Rossi and Honey hate the rain too, not that we’ve had much recently. We did have a really bad storm last night and poor Honey cried until someone cuddled up beside her on the kitchen floor.


  2. Hi Danny, can I ask you pleeeaasssseee why do you chase cats? I am a cat,
    you know that and, if would make you into a HOT DOG if you tried that with me.
    Anyway, you are one big wuss, afraid of rain, “what ar ya like”. Ask your human
    about Irish cats and dogs. Did you know they “make cats in Kilkenny”. Kilkenny
    is a county in Ireland and people who live there are called Kilkenny cats, so they must make cats also. I will ask my human and get back to you. AFRAID OF RAIN
    such a dumbo, but you tell a mean story.


    1. I chase cats … but I never catch them. And I know that if I did catch a catch a cat, I’d be in a lot of trouble. And I’m no wuss … well … not most of the time.


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