Walking in the Rain

Bred as water dogs they shrink in
disbelief that anyone might think they
would enjoy water whether in a lake
or a bathtub, let alone (horror of horrors!)
walking in the rain. Rainy days do 
eventuate and they do have the option
of wearing raincoats after all, to shield
them from the discomfort of light rain
pattering gently on their small forms.
Generally they acquiesce for what else
can they do the small siblings who
anxiously read the portents on the
faces and actions of those large animals
who house with them. This time 
raincoats aside, they were cruelly
taken out in a deluge that the forest
canopy did nothing to forestall, and of
course instant misery set in in lock-step
with the intensity of the cloudbursts. So
what else could self-respecting little dogs
do other than make a break for the trail
straight back to dry shelter with nary a
glance back at their betrayers muttering
you like the rain, you enjoy it yourselves!
Misery does not enjoy its company.