Winnie hates the rain. We haven't had much at all lately, but today is pouring here in NJ. I opened the door for her to go out to the yard and she just stood there barking and growling at the rain as if she could make it stop that way! Or maybe she was telling ME to make it stop. She uses wee-wee pads in emergencies when we aren't home, so I hoped she'd do that. Nope. She grabbed her leash and went to the front door. I said to her "I can pretty much guarantee you it's raining out front too." So I took her out and tried to keep the umbrella on her. She peed really fast and ran back in. Poor baby, life is tough!

