Rainy Sunday

The trouble with being a dog is that there is no toilet facility suited to me inside. I suppose it could be arranged but no one's thought of it yet. It doesn't normally cause a problem but today it was pouring down when it was time from my first constitution of the day. I wasn't going to bother but the she boss insisted. I think she noticed my legs crossing. It's not much fun though when you have to get so wet just for necessities