The Never Ending Rainy Day
It’s been raining for, like, a hundred years straight here in Maine (ok, ok two weeks) and I. am. going. crazy.
Between playing ball with Boogie in our mud pit of a back yard, coaxing Birdie to please, pretty please, stop pretending she’s a camel and go to the bathroom already, and all the soggy dog walks I’ve been doing every afternoon, I’ve lost my mind.
And I’ve decided this is my future:
That’s right. I want a Patio Park.
Not only do I want one, but my rain-induced insanity is making me think that buying a van, throwing one of these inside, and offering up a mobile, door-to-door, covered potty break station is exactly what the pet industry needs and I’m the gal to do it.
I know that’s bonkers. But I kinda wish I could do that today, this millionth day of rain.
p.s. This actually might be handy for city-DINOS. Or is that the soggy mush in my head talking?