The emotional journey of a small dog who hates wet feet:
Roxy: mother I demand to go outside! Demand it! *bolts out the door onto the wet grass*
Roxy: I can't believe you've done this.........
*rushes inside* lands on my husband's chest like a cannon ball with chopstick legs*
Roxy: Father, let us glare at mother. Pray she never brings me such pain again.














