I hate the rain. And I hate it even more now because Savannah seems to love it. Not only does this puppy love the rain, but she splashes in the puddles, chases the little frogs, chews on the wet leaves, picks up soggy pecans and tosses them in the air, and does all she can to make a middle-of-the-night pee-in-the-grass moment last for twenty minutes.
The result of that: while I am soaking wet on the porch and my own coat is dripping, I am rubbing Savannah down with a huge bath towel, and she loves both the towel and the attention and it's all I can do not to lose my patience with her during these middle-of-the-night potty trips. And believe me when I say that all the while I'm rubbing her down in an attempt to keep the rain from soaking into her fur, I'm questioning my reasons for wanting another dog.
As I type this, it is five o'clock in the morning. Savannah barked at 4:10 and by the time I got changed from pajamas to slacks and got her out the door, I was already wide awake and right this minute there's no way that my head is going back on my pillow because I'm as far away from sleep now as one could possibly be. And where is Savannah? Curled up in her bed in the corner of the breakfast room, just as content as can be. And no matter how many minutes I just spent drying her off with that towel, I can still smell that 'wet dog' odor that's so unmistakable.
We haven't had rain in more than two months, and this is certainly the heaviest of rains that we've had all year long. (The rain gods waited till we got a puppy to let loose with the rain clouds.) The grass outside is just soaked and parts of it are beyond puddles, it like small ponds have sprouted up all over the yard. And speaking of ponds... our pond has been dry for most of the summer because it hadn't rained, but we've had so much rain these past two days that our acre-sized pond is now filled to the top. I guess I should be thankful that Savannah isn't aware of that pond because she'd probably be jumping right into it and trying to catch the turtles and frogs.
I am thoroughly sleep-deprived this week, and my lack of patience is proof of that. It seems that whenever I sit down with a book in the middle of the day my body begins to relax and the next thing I know I'm waking up with Savannah's head resting on the open book that's fallen to my lap.
These late-night/early-morning potty trips are part of a puppy's life, and I knew that going into this puppy adventure. I am missing the warm (and dry) nights that I was able to just walk down the stairs, change from slippers to shoes, and go out into the driveway with my pajamas on so Savannah could 'visit' the grass. With this rain, I know that driveway is just filled with long worms that have come out of the ground to escape being crushed by the rain-soaked soil, and you can hardly see them in the dark... and the puddles are too deep to be walking around out there in silky pajama-bottoms. So out come the boots (more of a barrier between my feet and those worms) and out come the slacks (my puppy-walking attire) and out we go, into the wet and somewhat-cooler night so Savannah can splash in puddles and chase frogs and pick up leaves... and oh yes, if she has a minute to spare, she can also pee.
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