So it only rains here in the winter months and even then only a handful of times. Last night was the second time we've had rain this year and was Ollie's first time experiencing it.
I so wish I had my camera on hand! I got up with him around 4am to let him out only to find it was pouring when I opened the sliding glass door to the backyard. Ollie just stood there and watched it fascinated but refused to go out in it. I said a goodbye to my nice warm clothes and went outside and finally got him to go. I should also say that our floors are the original hard wood from the 50's and they are not sealed... That and wet doggy paws, not a good mix! Yeah I hate when it rains.
Later in the morning I let him out again, it was only slightly drizzling so he went out on his own... I stood with the door open watching him(he's already 100% housebroken so I don't always go out especially if I'm half dressed in pajamas but I watch him until he's finished then call him back in)... First thing he did? Walk right through a huge puddle, I face palmed and hung my head knowing I was going to go through a lot of towels today and that it was time to drag out the big floor steamer for a deep cleaning after today.
But seriously the entire backyard was completely drenched so it wouldn't have made much difference in how dry he was if I'd taken him out on a leash.
He proceeded to walk through the puddle a few more times(me cringing every time) before coming to a stop and just standing there wading in it(I'm not lying it was a huge puddle!) and then I knew what was about to happen... His paw went up in the air and came down with a splash into the water and that was all she wrote.
He bounded joyfully out of the puddle and then back in splashing every where he went. I should have been horrified but all I could do was smile and laugh watching my little man having the time of his life so desperately wanting to go get my camera but not wanting to miss a moment of it!
After a few minutes I knew it was time to test how our training was coming(he's only 4 months old!) so I let out a sharp whistle and called his name. He splashed a couple more times then came bounding back to the door... I was so thrilled with his recall that it didn't even occur to me to move before a completely soaked puppy came back into the house right over my feet.
Well, lets just say he wasn't the only one that needed drying off after that.