I can't believe I did it. I actually went out and got into Jack's dog house. Let me start from the beginning. Jack has been outside since Friday. I couldn't take him in the house anymore. Don't get me wrong, I really like him. He's a good dog! But, you can only walk over a huge dog so many times. Anyway, he seemed like he enjoyed being outside. He didn't like being away from us though, but he's getting use to it. We have french doors and he can look inside the house anytime he wants.
Anyway, this morning it started raining. The poor feller didn't know what to do. He has always been inside when it rained. We have a HUGE dog house for him right next to the door to our house, but he didn't know what to do with it. I threw some doggy treats inside just to get him to go in. He wasn't afraid to go in or anything, I think he just didn't know what to do. So I, wanting to help all of the poor, ignorant animals out there, crawled back into his dog house and called him in with me. (Yes, the dog house is big enough for a St. Bernard and a million pound human to sit or lay comfortably) He got all excited and bowled me over when he came in. After a little wrestling match, he finally settled down and went to sleep inside the dog house with his head on my leg. I stayed in the dog house for about a half an hour and then I tried to get out. You know, it's easier to get into a dog house than it is to get out of one. Especially when you have a huge dog wanting out at the same time. Let's just say that is wasn't pretty.
So until next time,
Small Farm Girl, sucker.