Savannah's Puppy Diary

!!! It's Raining !!!  !!! Rain !!!  !!! It's Raining !!!  I don't think Momma likes the Rain but I Love It. Love it! Love it! LOVE IT!!!!!

Momma gets All Bundled Up in a Coat with a Hood and she holds a Big Round Thing over her head so her Mascara doesn't get Wet and Momma tells me to Hurry Up Savannah Please Hurry Hurry Hurry Up but I don't Listen to Momma because It's Raining!!! It's Raining!!! It's Rain-ing!!!

The Puddles are Big and Wet and I can Splash and the Harder I Jump in a Puddle the Higher I can Splash the Water and sometimes Momma says I Swear Savannah You Are Trying To Drown Me With All Your Splashing Now Cut That Out Or We're Going Back In The House. Momma told me that she ordered me a Pink Hoodie Sweatshirt but what she Should Have ordered me was a Yellow Plastic Raincoat to keep me Dry in this Godforsaken Weather That Just Won't Quit.

Momma said that I need to act like a Lady Puppy and not a Hobo Puppy and if I keep Splashing her with Water then she's Not Going To Walk Me Until The Sun Shines Again and Heaven Only Knows When That Will Be At The Rate This Rain Is Falling In These Godforsaken Hills.  I tried to make Momma understand that the Rain is like my Little Blue Pool where I Splashed with Puppy #1 and maybe with all the Puddles outside Puppy #1 will Come Here and Splash with me again.  Sometimes I remember Puppy #1 like when it's Raining and Sometimes I forget about Puppy #1 like when I have my Bed and my Toys and my Momma and Daddy and even Sweet Pea all to Myself.    

Daddy told Momma that I would Probably Like A Plastic Puppy Pool to play in if I like the Rain so Much and Momma said No Way Savannah Gets Wet Enough In The Rain And Giving Her A Pool Would Be Like Giving All Of Manhattan To Donald Trump.

I saw the big Ocean of Water in the Pasture but Momma thinks I don't know it's there. Momma calls it a Pond and she said yesterday It's About Time We Got Some Rain To Fill That Up Again But Enough Is Enough Already. If Momma would just let me Run Into The Pasture I could Jump into that Ocean and Splash and Splash and Momma wouldn't have to Get Wet At All because she could Stay On The Porch and keep her Mascara good and dry.

Momma says that Sweet Pea is the Lucky One because he Never goes Out in the Rain and Never Gets Wet and Never has to worry about the Weather at all but I think I'm the Lucky One because I get to Jump in Puddles and Splash in the Rain and Chew on Wet Leaves and Chase Frogs and watch Momma holding the Big Round Thing over her head and when the Wind turns it Inside Out Momma says They Don't Even Make Umbrellas The Way They Used To and then if her Mascara gets Wet she says a Bad Word and then tells me Hurry Hurry Hurry Up Savannah Will You Just Hurry Up So We Can Get Out Of This Blasted Rain.

Momma doesn't hear me singing It's Rain-ing! It's Rain-ing! It's Raining!!! because if she did she would probably say another Bad Word and then say What Was I Thinking To Get Such A Big Dog In The First Place.