A Rainy Sunday

The dogs are not happy. The rain, the lightning, the crash of thunder make the four-legs miserable. None of the five want to walk in the downpour. All have to go out nonetheless. A Keeshond does not look (or smell) good soaked in rain. Dogs look generally ridiculous in "pet rain gear", but somehow, clever marketers manage to sell it. We need the rain after a dry summer, but I imagine the dogs would not mind living in the driest desert. Well, I am off to get soaked now.