So yeah, it's raining. Like it tends to do, here. Personally I like rain. But you know who doesn't? My dog. As brave as the day is long, willing to take on anyone and anything threatening his family, Angus absolutely hates the rain. As soon as the first drop hits the windowpane, he's on me like white on rice on a paper plate in a snowstorm.
It's kinda cute, but mostly just pathetic. I mean, take a look at those sorrowful eyes.
4 comments:
woww. he has such beautiful eyes.
Heh heh. Mine will begin to pace frantically whining for us to accompany it. Or maybe perform a anti-rain dance.
Thunderstorms at night are the worst.
My terror does a flying leap into the balcony and starts barking at thunder.
Angus is such a cutie!! What kind of dog is he?
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