My dog Jasper looks like a stretched out lab, all seventy-something pounds of him. He is the epitome of dogness: long bushy tail, floppy ears, and soulful brown eyes that define “deep.”
He greets everyone he meets with long sweeping wags and moans of utter joy, curving his body into a doggy croissant in an effort to be petted everywhere at once.
He stakes out the best spot on our sectional —couch connoisseur — and is happiest with a pillow or a leg upon which to rest his big head, usually accompanied by a wookie-like a sigh.
And he hates getting his paws wet.
Thus a foggy wet morning presents a conundrum: how to navigate the yard while exposing his tootsies to the least amount of moisture.
I always leash my dogs when first bringing them outside into our fenced-in yard because many creatures live near our home, or at least visit our bird food buffet or clovered grass. So poor Jasper must walk through the icky wet grass along with Lilah and Tucker, until I determine the yard is cleared of potential live squeak toys — and unleash the hounds.
Tucker and Lilah will take off across the yard, exploring the extra potent sniffs that moisture produces. Jasper quickly does his business and trots straight to the nearest water-free zone.
Where he’ll sit.
Trapped on mulch island in the middle of dew-infested grass.
Waiting until we go inside for breakfast.
No wonder my daughter refers to our big moose of a dog as a princess.
Do your pets mind getting their feet (or other body parts) wet?
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