Day 3 of rain and we are completely over it. Wilbur who normally sleeps in, in the mornings; woke up this morning excited, butt wagging ready to head to work. As soon as he arrived at the door and realized it was still raining he stopped, looked at me with this desperate sad expression and then hung his head low. 
I had to plead with him and then bribe him to come to the car. Once we arrived at the shop he refused to leave the car. A little growl and a very intense look told me he was serious about staying in the car. I blasted the heat for a few minutes so that it would be warm for him and then headed into work. An hour later I went out to check on him. He was curled up in a tight ball in the back seat and still refusing to leave the car. I moved the car over to be next to the door so that he would not have to get wet when he got out of the car. He still refused to leave. I covered him up with my jacket and headed back to work.
I know the rain makes me depressed. I need my sunshine. I don’t use alarm clocks to wake up in the morning. As soon as there is light coming through the window I am awake and ready to go. I prefer to be outside in the sun all day. Wilbur is the same way. He will spend his whole day outside sunbathing no matter how humid it is outside. So, I don’t know why it surprised me that he depressed. He is the one who is always cheering me up when I am feeling down; I guess I just never think that he can feel down too. It is my turn to try and cheer him, but with all the rain I think it would just be best if we curl up on the couch together under a warm blanket and put a movie on. We will keep each other warm as the temperatures drop below freezing. Hopefully we will wake up tomorrow to a white world, and we can both run a play like we don’t have a care in world.
The Adventures of Wilbur 