This raincoat is really growing on me. I think I look quite dashing in it. And it does keep the fuzz dry.
Except for the butt area. Can we talk about this for a minute? These two little elastic straps that go under my feet, around my haunches, and that accentuate my butt-age. They are a little too thong-like for my taste. And yes, I was a bit worried that they might somehow inhibit my ability to make those perfect poops that I’ve been so good at lately. But basically they just annoy me. Yes, yes, I know that they keep my rain slicker from thrashing around and ultimately keep my butt dry. But really – should an Airedale be wearing a thong?
At least everyone can see me now. The bright red slicker and that fine reflective stripe.
I bring that up because last night mama and I were almost hit by a car here in the Pearl District. It seems that during the Christmas season, and especially when it’s raining, humans forget how to drive. They forget a lot of things – civility, kindness, general humanity – but I’ve really noticed that the driving goes right down the tube. We were walking across the street and a man in a big car was making a right turn straight into us. Usually once humans realize that they’re about to hit us, they slam on the brakes but this human just kept going. He stopped literally inches away from mama which really got me angry. I was barking at him like crazy, and mama was yelling some of those naughty words that she uses on such occasions. We were really shaken up, that car was too close for comfort. Note to all humans, especially during all of the holiday hub-bub and weather, be really careful out there!
I mean, I can take care of my mama but I’m not there to be able to provide the same Dale Security Services to all of you. I can only save the world one stick at a time.
One. Stick. At. A. Time.