I hate the rain

There are some things that I will never like. Lettuce. Siberian huskies. Doorknobs. Badgers. Rain.

There you have it, rain is among my mortal enemies. It falls from the sky, makes me wet and stinky, then it stops but still makes my chest wet when i go in the grass. I don't like going outside in the morning and feeling freezing wet grass against my chest. Imagine if you had to be dragged out of bed and put chest-down in icy grass and forced to poop on command.

Yeah, that's what I thought you'd say. Here's a picture of me with a raincoat that Kaye brought home for me. It didn't fit, so it's back to the drawing board.