It's raining again. I thought i would have a few nice days in a row. Now it's supposed to rain for a few days. I hate the rain. I hate feeling it hit my head and back, I hate having wet feet. Today, we went out and I ran to a tree and did what I did. Then Lynda turned to continue our walk. I was having none of that. I dug into the sidewalk and wouldn't move. Then I pulled to go back.
I know mom wants me take a walk so I would get exercise and pee and poop; she just doesn't get it. I hate the rain and would rather hold it in than walk in the rain. Do you think she'll ever learn?
How do the rest of my friends feel about the rain?