by Louise Green
Dexter and I live in a condo that doesn’t allow a fenced yard so if Dex is out I am too, rain, shine, gales, sleet, snow you name it, we are outside getting Dexter emptied out. I actually don’t mind this requirement to be out in all weather conditions. I have whatever protective gear is called for and we both enjoy being out in the fresh air. I meet and greet neighbors and Dex meets and greets other dogs, as well as checking on his “pee mail.”
Our home is in the Pacific Northwest, a couple of miles from the Canadian border. As the reader may or may not be aware, it rains here. A lot. In the morning, while I exercise on my stationary bike, Dex stays curled up on our bed, waiting for me to dress us both (he in his harness) so we can go for our morning walk. He keeps a sharp eye on me when I come into the bedroom in case I am carrying, in addition to his harness, The Raincoat. As you can see from the picture, it completely covers his back, front legs and chest, which makes a huge difference in the amount of cleanup after a wet and/or muddy walk.
Dexter does not like wearing The Raincoat (maybe he thinks it makes him look like a sissy), but will allow me to put it on him, under protest. The protest involves his moving as far away from me as he can get on the bed and looking at me accusingly, “Oh no, not that again.” However I anticipated this move so I have an irresistible dried liver treat in hand to lure him to where I can put on his waterproof apparel. Once he’s outside and busy snuffling and keeping an eye out for crows, squirrels, rabbits etc. he forgets the indignity of wearing The Raincoat.