Day two of endless rain: We just got back from a very soggy walk. Bode is a mudder, he trots along as if this wet stuff is great fun and especially likes puddles and the streams forming in the gutter. Dandy gamely trots along, ears sideways, eyes squinched up. He hates it but will do anything that I want, what a great guy!
Then we dripped and shook water all over the floor and I tossed all the wet towels into the washing machine.
And yes, it's still better than being home, 30 degrees is nice but the walking would be cold and the road icy in patches, yuck. It's wonderful to be able to stride out and not worry about slipping.