Duke in the Rain

Duke almost got his death wish Tuesday. It was raining, hard, deep puddles in the sidewalk. He went 2 houses, peed and turned around, happy to be out of the rain. Then it occurred to me that the newspapers were probably soaked so I went out after them. STUPID STUPID STUPID!!! Out the door he flies! Races down the street. Why does he wants to race in the rain when he doesn't want to go 100 feet to pee in it I do not know. When he is racing he looks like a greyhound. Head on he hops with his front legs spread wide. I yelled after him. I was not going to give chase the way the rain was coming down and he comes flying back, racing past me. He was really liking being able to run up and down the street in the rain where previously he didn't even want to go out in the backyard I had taken his leash off so there was nothing to grab or, in this case, stand on. Finally I got in the car and drove to the corner where he wanted to play some more but got the message. I opened the rear car door but he went around. I went around and opened the passenger rear door then looked around for him only to find him in the front seat. I was a wet and unhappy camper because all this took place while I should have been getting ready for work. His response to my berating was to help dry me off after my shower.