Can you picture my 8.5 lb. dog trying to find a spot in the mud and soggy grass, with the rain pouring down on him, to squat without getting his belly drenched. He finally found the right spot and looked just like the pictures you see of dogs on bikes with the wind flying through his long ears and fluffy tail. He then came flying in and went directly to the towel that's hanging where he can reach it and stood there dripping on the floor waiting for me to dry him off.
The poor baby won't go anywhere but on grass, no matter how much I tell him it will be okay and I won't kill him.
Those are the times I wish I was a better photographer.
Lucille