A dog is a man’s best friend except when it rains, and the dog needs to go outside. Suddenly, the roles are reversed, the good life becomes real life, and man becomes a dog’s best friend. After all, when a dog has to go, it really has to go.
I saw this dog and his dedicated friend on Main Street one rainy day. The dog has him so well trained that they actually drive to the shopping center parking lot to walk in the rain. I’m not sure they communicated very well as I never did see the dog stop, despite the fact that they walked past trees, lampposts and fire hydrants before they got back in the car and went home.
It’s days like this that I’m thankful for an invisible fence and a dog that doesn’t like rain. When she has to go, it’s out the door and right back inside again.
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