A true Oregonian

After church I sat down to feed Eliza and Zay asked if he could go outside.  We have a covered part on our back deck so I let him go out even though it had been raining.  He came back inside a minute later and was absolutely soaked.  He is so efficient when it comes to getting wet, dirty, etc. 

All winter long I've been feeling bad because I only took him puddle jumping once.  As it turns out he didn't need me to take him after all, he managed to figure it out on his own.  He found where the roof drips the rainwater along the edge of the deck and makes a long (muddy) puddle and splashed around in it while it poured.  As a northwesterner myself, I'm proud that when it comes to loving rain he seems to take after me rather than his desert-born daddy!