Here in So Cal it's been raining for a week pretty much non stop and the dogs have been holed up in the house, well today Dodger really wanted to go for a walk. I had just driven from getting my nails done for Christmas and it's pouring. I had to practically swim through a puddle that's pretty much a lake just to get to my front door. So I told Dodger **** no it's pouring and you, sir, hate water. He didn't believe me and is now bouncing through the house. I opened the front door to show him, he stares out then looks at me with the most pissy face I've ever seen, turns around, pouts and groans all the way back to his bed.