DUTCH FRIDAY: bowl half full

Hello again! It's me, Dutch. Not sure if you'd recognize me all snuggled up like that in today's picture. I'm sure Pug whined told you all about the rain we've been having so I've been snuggling up like that a lot lately, trying to stay toasty. 

I don't love getting wet, but there are probably worse things. Like snow. Our human says this makes me a "bowl-half-full kind of guy". I think that means I see the good things. Google says this makes me an optimist. I'm not sure if Google has a word for someone who never thinks there's enough food in their bowl, but Pug is that kind of guy.

Since I don't really have any other thoughts for today, I will leave you with a poem:

An Optimist's Ode to Rain

February showers

bring pretty March flowers

And who doesn't love flowers?

except maybe Pug.

Rainy days are perfect 

for snuggling and cuddling

Even when you're the pillow

and the snoring is loud.

Stay happy, warm and dry everybody! See you next week.

Wet nose & warm toes,

Dutch

xoxo

YAWN

So it rained all day yesterday. It was this ^ exciting. I took a nap. Then another nap. And when I couldn't nap anymore, I just laid there waiting for the rain to stop. When laying there got too boring, I'd try a different way of laying. But that was pretty boring too.

Dutch used me as a pillow for awhile. I guess that was exciting. Or more like annoying. His neck might be skinny but his head weighs a freaking ton. Uhm, yeah. Being somebody's pillow is extra not-fun when you're full of pee because it's raining outside. Maybe I should write a poem about how that feels?

Anyway. Sorry for being so boring. Rain will do that to you. I'll try to talk my human into doing something extra-exciting when the sun comes back out. The weather people say that that might happen today!

WOE IS RAIN

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.

Sigh.

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??

ALMOST WORDLESS: totally invisible!

OPTIMISTIC

So, Dutch says I don't always 100% tell the truth. Like how I conveniently didn't mention eating a pink cupcake. Or that I liked it. Well, duh. Of course I don't. I mean, this isn't non-fiction. Nobody wants to read about every single freaking thing I do. So I just leave the boring stuff out. 

Of course Dutch thinks I'm lying about this too.

DUTCH: you also leave out all the bad stuff you do.
PUG: name one thing.
DUTCH: like last week when you rolled in a patch of superstinky dead stuff at the park and nobody would pet you because it looked like you were covered in poo and our human made you ride home wrapped in a towel because you smelled soooo gross she almost puked.
PUG: ok, name one other thing.

So I rolled in a litte death. Big deal. I got to take a bath when we got home and baths = cookies. Google says that's called being optimistic - and I'm pretty sure it's not the same as lying. 

Uhm, right?