This is a call to action. It's been raining forever. I can't remember when I last saw sunshine. The thing about rain is, I don't like it. I don't like my little paws to be wet. Or my head. Or any part of me. And those things they call puddles, that seem like bottomless pools of danger? Yeah, I reserve the right to be carried across those. In fact, on any given rainy day in Kentucky, expect to see Mom walking Lincoln, carrying an umbrella with one hand and with the other hand, holding the princess (a.k.a me). People do stop and stare, asking if I'm a "diva." Isn't it obvious?
Mom spouts off some nonsense about how rain or shine, the pugs must be walked. Maybe Lincoln needs to be walked in freezing rain, he enjoys going potty outside. But for me, I would prefer to do my business inside, where it's warm and not raining. Who cares if this gets me yelled at, I don't see Mom going outside to potty. Can she really ask something of me that she refuses to do?! I think not.
Hopefully, I have some followers.