It’s been raining a lot in Austin lately. Days and days of it after a summer of serious drought. I like the rain, and it’s a welcome change. But the dog…
The dog is terrified of the rain. A couple of days into the onslaught I start really worrying about her. I watch her as she sits in the sink shivering, wondering what I should do. I think it’s been maybe 24 hours since she’s gone out to pee and the only way I finally entice her out of the house is to let her out the front door to chase the deer that run amok in the neighborhood.
I wait until there’s a break in the rain. It’s cold and wet but nothing murderous is attacking her from above. There aren’t any deer out this evening but thankfully Pepper follows me out anyway. She’s nervous though. She keeps eyeing me like, you better not leave me out here to die, bitch!
Does she pee? No, she does not.
She’s taking her sweet time as it starts to drizzle again, suddenly unafraid and intensely curious about what the squirrels have been up to in her absence. Until now I’ve been encouraging. “Go potty, Pepper. Come on, go potty, please!”
But it’s cold and I’m getting wet and I really just want to get back inside to see what the boy is up to. He’s been quiet too long.
And this is when I realize my preschooler has followed us out into the yard. He doesn’t seem to mind the cold drizzle. He’s watching me yell at the dog with what can only be described as glee.
“Pee, Pepper! Go potty you stupid animal! Pee, damn you!” I’m really getting into it now. I’ve had enough and I’m cold. She’s still sniffing pecan carcasses like they hold the secrets of the universe.
Something catches my eye. Until now I haven’t realized that while I’ve been yelling at the dog to pee my son has whipped it out and is whizzing with wild abandon in the front yard in the rain, a look of sheer joy on his face.
I really wonder sometimes what our neighbors think about us. But that is another post for another day…
My instant reaction is to yell, but after a minute of fuming I start to laugh.
Probably the wrong reaction because now he’s laughing too and I can see how his little mind is working… peeing in the yard makes Mama laugh. I should pee in the yard every day!
I look over and Pepper is going now, too. At least the yard got plenty of water this week.