This is the look of two dogs who don’t want to go out in the rain. The one on the right is my Sabina. Odin is our friend’s dog. I don’t blame them. It was pouring.

I probably should have cropped out the plunger. I don’t even know what it’s doing there. It does kind of belong, in a trashy way. Along with the thingy that hangs down to keep out the bugs. It looks like I live in a trailer park on the bayou in Louisiana.

What you don’t see is the part of the wall that my other dog chewed up. Mauro fixed that. Those dogs refused to go out the entire day.

Written by Anne Clendening
Anne Clendening was born and raised in L.A. She's a yoga teacher, a writer and occasionally slings cocktails in a Hollywood bar. She could eat chocolate cake for every meal of the day. She has a huge fear of heights and flying. And fire. She wishes she could speak French, play her guitar better and make cannoli. She's probably listening to The Dark Side Of The Moon right now, kickin’ it with her boxer dog and her hot Australian husband ★