September 19, 2003

oh...don't...make...me...sit
9:30 a.m.
Dusty doesn't like rain and hates getting wet. Dusty doesn't like wind (it blows her beard around; how annoying!). I think it's fair to say that Dusty is less than thrilled with the tropical-storm-formerly-known-as-Hurricane-Isabel.
And you can probably imagine how delighted Dusty was when I dragged her outside for her morning walk in the park. For the record: we're obviously diehards because none of the other Small Dog Posse members showed up.
We both got very wet. Today's photo features a VERY unhappy Dusty in the park, under a tree. That look she's giving me is of extreme appeasement, as in "Look, I'm sort-of sitting even if my bum isn't actually on the ground and I'm posing for your stupid picture. Now, can we go in already!?!"