It's pouring freezing rain outside. Everything is coated with a good layer of it, the ground can't decide if it wants to freeze or run with rivers, so it's a slushy mixture of both. Sawyer is dying to go out and potty, so I leash 'em up and head out, thinking it'll be a quick trip. Oh was I wrong. They both peed and then with some hidden signal I missed due to having my head tucked to keep the rain off the back of my neck, they both started hauling me across the parking lot to the tennis courts. They wanted to go play in the slush! "It's fun to slide around, Mom! It's fun to get wet, because the rain just doesn't bother us with our thick, weather-resistant coats, Mom!" Meanwhile I"m watching the water drip off the brim of my hat, knowing my hair has got to be completely soaked down my back and my puffy winter coat is not waterproof. At all. And neither are my shoes. Or the thin fleece sweatpants I have on because I'm in the middle of doing laundry. Suddenly Virgo says "Watch me take off through the gap in the gate and go munch on rancid rabbit carcass!" Gee...great...awesome... So I go get a death grip on the ice-coated chainlink of the court so I can skid down the slight ramp to the grass and then penguin walk my way over her to get her collar to leash her back up. Playtime was over. Neither of them are sorry in the least either. They'd still be out there if I let them!