It's raining. And it's supposed to rain again tomorrow. And the next tomorrow. And the tomorrow after that. This does not make me happy.
My human says California needs the rain. So do the plants and Miley's mom's well (whatever that is). She also says it could be much worse - we could be freezing our butts off on one of the Ice Coasts. And I guess that's true. But I'm still not happy about it.
Dutch suggested I write a poem about my feelings. Uhm. Yeah. Of course he did. I think this idea is kinda dumb but I don't want to go outside and get wet, so... here goes:
Ode to Rain
Rain, rain, go away
I hate this icky weather.
Maybe the rest of California needs you
but I like butt weather better.
I miss you, blue skies
wherever you are.
Please come back soon
because rain kinda sucks.
Not exactly sure how that was supposed to make me feel better but it did buy us a few more minutes of dry time on the couch. Next time your human tries to make you pee in icky weather, maybe suggest writing poems instead??