What to Wear?

One of Gretchen’s many dilemmas is figuring out what to wear for our job as dog walkers. I’m lucky. I get up, I stretch, I do my business, I eat breakfast and I’m ready to go. Not so with Gretchen. She gets up, looks out the window, showers, makes coffee, eats breakfast, and looks out the window again.

This morning it was overcast, but no sign of rain. She worked on report cards all morning and then promised to take me for a stroll before we really got down to work. She wore long pants, a t-shirt, a sweatshirt over that and then her raincoat. Ten minutes into our walk she was hot and sweaty. Off with the raincoat and we kept walking only it started to rain. Not a hard rain, but the kind of misty rain that turns everything wet pretty quickly.

So off with the sweatshirt, back on with the raincoat, and still she was hot. Meanwhile, I’m counting my lucky stars that she forgot my raincoat. I have no choice in what I must wear, but if I did, I would NEVER wear that raincoat. NEVER!

By the time we got home, the misty rain turned into misty sheets, but the temperature kept climbing so Gretchen changed her clothes. This time cooler pants, a vest over her t-shirt, and her raincoat. She was cold when she headed over to Rosie and Tyson’s house, but by the time she got them both suited up in their fashionable raincoats, everyone was panting and hot.

It’s hard to know what to wear when the rain doesn’t match the temperature nor the temperature match the rain. I felt for her. Still, don’t Rosie and Tyson look like they belong in some doggie wear catalog? Like L. L. Boxer?

The original plan was to pick up Gemma and then walk over to Oshi and Perrito’s house, but with the misty, mucky rain Gretchen decided to have lunch first.

And change her clothes once again.

Because now the rain was subsiding and even though it was still falling, if you looked to the Southwest (where are weather mostly comes from) there were lighter, white clouds and patches of blue sky. If we waited it out, we could walk the boys in sunshine and trust me, they do much better in sunshine.

So do I!

Next up was Gemma and by now Gretchen had figured out the clothing to match the weather. She only wished she’d put on shorts because not only was it warmer, but the sun came out and the sky turned blue and Gemma and Saber (who we picked up next) decided it was the best weather for wrestling. I just watched…and occasionally entered the fray, though I wasn’t really dressed for it!

And now the rain is gone and the sky has very few clouds only we’re done for the day — well except for this blog and my last obedience class tonight. I wonder what we’ll end up wearing?

Until tomorrow,

Rubin