Sunning Sunday

The lady said getting me outside to pee last week was a "painful process."  See, it was raining so hard, and she wouldn't let me pee right outside the sliding door where it's dry.  She made me go walk on the slimy, slinky grass and all I could think of was that my feeties felt like when Sweet Pee pushed me in the pool.  And I couldn't do it.  And then it got worse because I had to go sit in the crate if I didn't pee.  She was right, it was a very "painful process" for me because I thought maybe the pee would just go away after I told it "No!  You can't come out, you bad pee.  It's too slimy outside, and I won't fall in the pool for you."  But it didn't listen. And she made me do it.

My little heart is grateful it was a sunning-Sunday today.  Even if the lady stuck the video in my nose again.  It was perfectly toasty, and I didn't have any pee problems at all.