waterdog
it would appear that jones has no problem with rain. in fact, he seems to go slower in it, stopping to sniff every little thing, and eat leaves, and sticks. i was out in the rain for a total of 1.5 hours last night walking around aimlessly... waiting for him to find just the right spot to do his duty. at 8:05p, the demon inside was awakened by a romp with james*, and finally, eureka! i could go back inside and take off all wet things.
*james is a 5yo german shepherd/something small who lives on morrison next door to darlin', who is a 1.5yo black lab that owns a friend of ours.
and how does a ribcage end up on the sidewalk? i swear, i have seen more strange animal bones since getting a dog than ever in my life.