It's rainnig

It is raining outside, and the ritual begins, my sweet dog is collecting all the rain in his far.
I have two dogs "Hetzi" a male and "Apchi" a female, they both very hairy, but only Hetzi is a water collector, Apchi can collect all the rain, but she is leaving it outside, but Hetzi NO!, So we have a cleaning ritual, since the dogs are living with us inside the house we have to clean them and dry them, otherwise, they'll wet the all house.

Now, Look at him, he is all wet, like a door mat and he looks like a porcupine all the short hairs sticking up, and he looks so miserable, and then here comes the towel and he hates it, the towel is his worth enemy, why? because its job is to clean him up, I thunk he rather be wet and cold and dirty then dry, worm and clean, but, we developed a tactic.

The best way to grab his attention is with sausage, my husband is holding the sausage high in the air, and nothing else matters. All he cares about now is how to get this sausage inside his mouth and swallow it.

This is my time to start working with the towel, dry him from head to tows (but really from his head to his tows).

After the war is over and I wan, the first thing he dose is to go to the kitchen and see if there are any other leftovers on the kitchen counter, and after the big disappointment, he is going to the sofa to cuddle with Apchi near the heat.

This our cue to stop bothering him and let sleep, quietly all day long.

Poor dog, has such a "hard" life