Does it bode ill for the day when the pampered princess in a Yellow Lab suit refuses to go out in the morning? She got as far as the landing to her side yard; took one look at the wind-driven rain and beat a hasty retreat back inside. Her look said it all: “You really expect ME to go out in THAT?!”
We’ll have negotiate another attempt later. For now, she’s sleeping on the couch. Someday, someone is going to have to break the news to her that she’s a dog.