Lately, it has been raining and it has been pouring in southern California, but it was sunny and warm most of the weekend so we decided to take Hank to the dog beach to release some pent-up energy.  Last time we did this, six months ago, Hank spent the better part of two hours sniffing approximately four hundred butts and he was so exhausted afterwards from all the energy spent that he sat on command for three days afterwards.  THREE DAYS.  Usually our dog is notoriously awful at listening, so we were lookng forward to having a few days of obedience.

Then we woke up this morning to rain, to large droplets of water about the size of a hippopotamus falling from the sky.  And as we weren’t about to stand around for two hours on a cold, windy, rainy beach, we decided to cancel the trip.  Instead, we are making apple pancakes and hoping that if Hank smells them, he’ll be coerced into obedience.  They should smell a little better than dog butts, after all.

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(This is a picture from the last time we went to the dog beach.  Back when the weather was nice and Donald forgot to comb his hair in the morning.)