The weatherpeople have been saying for a week that Fay was going to bring us rain, they just didn't know when. Well, today it happened. It has been raining, with short breaks here and there, since sometime last night. Actually, since about 7 this morning, it's been raining constantly.
This is good because we need the rain so people will stop using the word drought in every other sentence.
It is bad because Howie doesn't like to get wet and so won't go outside when it's raining. At all. Unless I go with him. Which I don't want to have to do. I, um... helped him go out back by himself a little while ago so he could pee, but he just scrunched up against the house and fussed at me until the neighbor dogs started fussing too so I went out and stood in the grass until he peed. I'm setting a bad precedent, I know, but I'd rather stand in the rain for 2 minutes than have to clean up a puddle.
Actually, no, I wouldn't. That's it. I'm not sending him outside if he doesn't want to go anymore. But I will be closing all the bedroom doors...