Sunshine and Rain

In a dogs world sunshine or rain makes no difference. If you throw ball into a torrential down pour we will go and get it. If it is 110 degrees outside, we will still lay on the concrete to catch some rays. This is in dog world of course where life is a little more, simple. Things in Omarland are a bit different.

Let me explain. I, Omar the Dapper, refuse to go out when there is a slight mist. I do not see the need to get my beautiful coat dirty and smelly by indulging my needs in times of wet weather. This means that if I need to go while it is raining, I will go from the safety of the porch. Since I learned many years ago that it does not please my Beth in the slightest to clean Wee and Doo off her covered porch, I will do all I can to keep as much of me covered as possible; while leaning over the porch to relieve myself. When it is raining sideways and there is no were safe to go, I just don’t. This also drives my Beth crazy. She is constantly telling me that I will end up at the vet if I don’t just do my business, but this does not pervert my ways.

Mud and I are not friends in the slightest. My sister Bailey (the Lab) loves mud. She gets no greater pleasure in life than splashing and playing in the mud. However, my huge webbed feet tend to collected things, in between my toes. Therefore, I do all I can to move swiftly and strategically through such things. And the time Beth spends cleaning in between every toe is no joy either.

Of all the nature available to me in this world, it is grass I love. So soft between my toes, there is nothing like it. I love to roll in it. Rub my face on it. And most of all, I love to stretch out and a cool autumn day and soak in the sun on the soft refreshing grass. There should be a poem about grass. Humans have poems about everything else.

“I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.” - Walt Whitman