Barney

I just drenched the right arm of my shirt. How?
Well it's pouring down rain. Thank you, Tropical Storm Hermine. And my dog, Barney, needed to go out and potty.
But the rain drips really heavily in front of the door and he doesn't like that. He refuses to walk through them. So he required that I hold the door open with my hip and hold the umbrella just outside it so the heavy drips wouldn't get on him.
He's fine with the rain, see, just not the big drops.
And he's also scared of the umbrella.
So holding the door open with my hip, my arm sticking outside with the umbrella, I had to coax him out the door while firmly encouraging him not to drink the rainwater that was puddling just outside.
Then he likes to "mosey" back inside.
So I'm wet, he's wet, the umbrellas stuck to the screen door and I'm wearing my Dad's old tennis shoes like when I was a toddler and proceed to trip over the nonexistent laces.
I felt like I was in a Marx Brothers movie.
And then my puppy wags his tail at me and would very much like a cookie.
*sigh*
Who can resist that?