Pooping in the rain. Or not.

Well we know that Frodo does NOT like the rain – and he has told me that I should not like rain either – so I don’t.  The truth be told, I REALLY don’t mind the rain – but he IS my older brother so I do as he does.  But not everything that he does…

We have already talked previously about our “funeral march” in the rain – and we have talked about pooping.  Today we’ll talk about both.  Pooping in the rain.  Because Frodo will not do it.

Yesterday morning we allowed our human to sleep in until 6:45 – because it was Saturday.  Pretty generous of us, I’d say.  Anyway, we were all ready to go out, our human opened the door – and it was raining.  So she went to get the dreaded raincoats.  Now we all know I don’t mind mine – but Frodo is NOT fond of his ill-fitting, 70’s style plaid coat.  Actually the words “not fond of” are putting it lightly.  He hates it.  But my human managed to put it on him anyway.  She opened the front door – and normally we bound out.  Not Frodo.  He quickly sat down as close to the door as he could – so he wouldn't get wet.  Personally, I thought it was a BIT dramatic – it wasn’t raining THAT hard.

But my human is not deterred by such behavior.  We had a mission – our morning walk.  And our morning poop.  I wasn’t thrilled with the rain, but I know the drill so I make the most of it.  There’s still lots to smell and see, so I’m fine with the walk.  And I’m happy to poop as I normally do.  No big deal.

Not Frodo.  He REALLY walks like someone has just murdered his best friend.  On  a nice day – we are walking out ahead of our human.  Often pulling.  Yesterday, Frodo was paces behind our human.   We walked all the way down the road.  Slowly.  VERY slowly.  And Frodo would not poop.  We walked back home.   And Frodo would not poop.  As I already explained in a previous blog about pooping – you humans are kind of obsessed with our poop.  You know when we go, where we go and watch for how we go.    So my human KNEW that Frodo needed to poop – as he hadn’t gone since the previous morning.  And he goes EVERY morning.  BUT – it was raining.  And Frodo does not poop in the rain.   And my human can’t figure out if it is REALLY the rain – or the raincoat.  She has been known to pull off the raincoat – just to see if that will work.  Sometimes it does.  And sometimes I doesn’t.  It kind of drives her crazy.  She must have said “Hurry up”  a hundred times – and Frodo just looked at her with contempt.  So back we go – up the road again. 

On rainy days, we don’t take the wooded trail on our walk – as it is too muddy.  But my human figured we were already pretty wet – even WITH the coats on – so what’s a little mud added to the mix?  I was thrilled as I DO like the trail – even in the rain.  Frodo was furious.  I mean we not only have rain – BUT now we also we have muddy PUDDLES.  About 10 seconds into the trail,  Frodo stopped and pooped.   You would have though our human just won the lottery.  Frodo completely ignored her – it was as if he had been defeated in his poop-holding mission.

Frodo figured we would now get to go home – but little did he know our human was going to continue on the trail as it loops back to the house.  Frodo wanted to go back via the road – as there are no puddles on the road.  He TOTALLY put on the brakes when he realized what route she had chosen.

Long story short – our human won the battle - this time.  Frodo pooped and we completed the muddy route.  Then when we got home, our human got to do it all again – with Paxton.  But remember – he’s the “Power Pooper” – so despite the rain, that was a very easy walk.

By the time our human finished the two walks, and dried us off, she sighed that half the morning was gone!  And Frodo was still grumbling about the whole fiasco.  Personally, I thought the whole thing was pretty funny.  Oh, don’t we canines make life interesting?!!!

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