Oh Joy!

The rainy season has arrived along with the hurricane season. Well, not officially. It actually happens on June first, but tell that to the sheets of rain that pummeled my windows all day today. Besides the constant flooding in my back yard, and the scary television specials telling us we're all going to die in a hurricane, I have to deal with two neurotic dogs. It's very difficult when they have been on a strict pee and poop schedule for the dry months. Now we have to go back to watching the weather radar, and looking out the window to see if my dainty little pooches can go out. I've tried just opening the back door to let them do their thing, but they both stand there horrified at the thought of stepping out into the downpour. In fact Sasha won't even get within ten feet of the back door, so she's been peeing in Mark's shower, and pooping in my bathtub for the last two days. We've learned to look before stepping in. Chandler on the other hand will go out in the rain, but only if I put him on a leash and go with him. Because of that I have cut his walks to just the corner and back. Apparently that doesn't give him enough time to do his thing. Three times today he has come to me with that panicked look on his face that means, I have to go... NOW! Unfortunately I missed one of those while taking my afternoon nap, and Chandler decided that next to the window in the living room was close enough. Mark found that one. He's such a baby.