Mostly True Memoirs
Oh my poor, dumb little dog.
We built a patio cover.
And now she can’t figure out the weather.
I was sitting on the patio, watching the rain.
She poked her nose out of the doggy door and came out to join me.
She was a little perplexed because she could see the rain and she could hear the rain, and she could smell the rain, but it wasn’t raining.
She tried to step off the patio, but it was, in fact, raining.
She quickly stepped back under the cover.
She tried another side of the patio.
Yeah, it was raining there too.
She went back to the first spot, and yes, it was still raining over there.
She gave me a perplexed look.
And didn’t seem to appreciate that I laughed at her.
She rage sighed and stalked back indoors.
Poor dumb little dog.