The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Blame it on the rain, Homer

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Yeah, so, walking Homer in the rain is the saddest thing ever.

It always starts out the same way. I grab the leash and the barking starts:

“Holy shit! We’re going out! I’m ready to walk! It’s go time! This is not a drill! This is happening! Let’s go, lady!”

Poor Homer. He has no idea that outside it’s yet another one of those storms of the century the local weathermen are always talking about. He thinks it’s beautiful and sunny outside. He’s ready to bark at other dogs and pee on everything. His tail is wagging and his ears are up … until I open the door.

Immediately, the ears drop and the tail stops wagging and falls down. He tries to make a run for it back into the apartment but it’s too late. He’s trapped. Reluctantly, he goes outside.

It is 10 to 15 minutes of pure misery for Homer. There are no other dogs to bark at, and the entire world looks like it’s been peed on. He doesn’t know what to do with himself. He looks at me with his sad eyes. He spends the entire walk hiding under trees and cowering under ledges.

Eventually, when I think he has suffered enough, we go back into the apartment. He dashes in and, of course, instantly starts rolling around on the couch. I wrap him in a towel and dry him off. Luckily, Homer stops blaming me at that point and takes his frustration out on the towel, pulling at it and barking at it.

Obviously, Homer doesn’t give a shit about the water levels and how much California needs the rain. He hates the rain.

Rain, rain, go away ...

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Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/mocker/goober/mother in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, podcast, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

4 thoughts on “Blame it on the rain, Homer

  1. We just had one aborted false start. Now waiting for slightly more favorable conditions here in San Diego! Love your account and photo.

  2. POOR HOMER, THAT IS SUCH A CUTE PICTURE OF HIM. I KNOW TH E RAIN IS NOT DOGS BEST FRIEND. OKIE HAS BEEN REALLY SAD TOO! I HAVE BEEN BRING HIM IN EVERY NITE SO HE CAN ENJOY THE FIRE. HE CURLS UP REAL TIGHT SO I WON’T NOTICE HIM. PRETTY SOON THE SUN WILL SHINE AGAIN…..

  3. Homer does look so sad when he is out there. You kinda have to drag him around until he does his business. He is always tempted to just hold it and try and lead you back inside.

    Sorry Homer.

  4. Do you have a raincoat for him? 🙂

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