His rain-slicker...

I'll have you know... the only way I could get this photo was through the auspices of Bribery & Deceit. Doggie-cookies. Aren't they an amazing invention? They work every time. Often though, I can trick The Dog into thinking my little SONY digital-camera is a treat too. Not always but, enough times to get a few good dog-portraits. Sadly, this was not the case this morning. I had pulled out his rain-slicker for a w-a-l-k in the rain.

Yes... The Dog is sporting his rain-slicker. He HATES it. He shouldn't. It's wool lined. Nevertheless, when he hears the shush-shush of its nylon fabric, The Dog goes post-haste al suo posto... normally, the downstairs one...  hoping what he heard won't happen... Silly Dog. Eets beeeg raining outsyde!!! Let's get this rain-slicker on you. 

Finding the whole exercise of putting on the rain-slicker more than just tedious, The Dog's next tactic is to curl into a tight little Weimaraner ball... Come here, Dog, and be brave. Give me one of your hind legs, so I can slip these straps on over your Weimaraner behind. This is what The Dog HATES the most. Those thin elastic leg straps, which force him to bend his leg in what The Dog believes to be an un-natural position. So be it. The rain-slicker goes on The Dog!

Several wasted minutes later, The Dog is dressed for the rain & wind & cold outside. However, he is so embarrassed to be attired in a rain-slicker, he retreats again al suo posto... the upstairs one... far, far away from our front door and imminent Public Shame. Apparently, wearing human-style garb is TOTALLY against The Code of the Weimaraners. So be it. I am not having any accidents in my house because...

A) The Dog HATES rain & refuses to go out in it...

and...

B) because thinks he can hold it until the five day forecast changes for the better.

Right.

So, I have to pull out the big guns of more Bribery & Deceit... pieces of bread. WHOOOSH!!! Guess who is at attention at our front door? Yep. Mr. Recalcitrant in his Navy blue rain-slicker. Gads.