Oops....

So here is the deal. It has been raining with enthusiasm off and on for two and a half days. Henry is a Southern California dog.

Henry took one listen to what was happening outside - and sometime between midnight and six a.m. he climbed off his cozy spot at the foot of the bed and made a bad choice.

Mama rolled her eyes and thanked the doggie angel guiding her steps that it was not a sleepy eyed Papa wandering out first.

Ah, Henry. So many rules. I heard dogs can mature to a human three year old. Remembering my two human daughters, I must say that is a really endearing year.