rain?

seriously...rain?

i let greta out to do her business this morning at oh-dark-thirty, and she stepped out from under the covered porch and then looked back at me like "you have got to be kidding me." it being dark, i had no idea she was protesting the drizzle coming down.

this has been an ongoing issue from the get go. i know greyhounds are by no means water dogs, but greta seems to think she's made of sugar and will melt into a sticky sweet puddle if she gets wet.

it's going to be a loooong winter.