So the other day it started raining, which was weird because it's nearly summer here in California. Ana insisted I wear a rain jacket so I wouldn't get soaked. It tickled at first and I tried to shake it off but that thing wouldn't budge. Oh well, took about two minutes and then it was like I'd been wearing it my whole life. I wouldn't have picked blue, but it's not the worst color for me.
We go out on training walks several times a day, rain or shine. Ana kept telling me how impressed she was with my ability to deal with the rain. She kept saying something about Californian pit bulls being made of sugar and melting in the rain, but to me that's just nonsense. I'll walk right through puddles, don't mind the wet grass, and I'm not afraid of wet concrete. I mean, check out my awesome down-stay on the wet ground... I'm not even hovering!
Okay, maybe I'm hovering a little, but nothing compared to those weather-wussy California dogs. All I have to say is that if this is the worst it gets, I'll take it!
Bye for now!