Guess what the weather is giving us this weekend...

Right now, though, it's just raining quite hard. Riley is fairly oblivious, and trots along ahead of me happily, sniffing things, watching for squirrels (who are too smart to be out in this weather). But Boscoe hates it. He poops immediately and then wants to go home. He puts the brakes on at every corner. OK, we're done, goin' home!

Nope. We're going another block. Riley hasn't done his business yet.

Goddamn Riley!

We walked and splashed for about twenty minutes. It reminded me of this poem that I used to love when I was a kid.

Dogs and Weather
by Winifred Welles

I'd like a different dog
For every kind of weather--
A narrow greyhound for a fog
A wolfhound strange and white,
With a tail like a silver feather
To run with in the night,
When snow is still, and winter stars are bright.

In the fall I'd like to see
In answer to my whistle,
A golden spaniel look at me.
But best of all for rain
A terrier, hairy as a thistle,
to trot with fine disdain
Beside me down the soaked, sweet-smelling lane.

(Notice the poem makes no mention of recalcitrant border collies, nor insane Wild Boy coonhound-springer-lab mixes.)