Wet Dogs

It's been a very strange winter, weather-wise. We should've had our first few inches of snow on the ground, and instead it's been a cold, miserable rain.
I've been in sunny California for the past week or two and came home to temps in the 40's and 50's, and rain.
And more rain.
Oh, and mud.
Today has been extremely rainy. As my sister would say, "it's vomiting rain". Sorry if you're reading this and eating.
My five dogs have different opinions of rain. Some act like cats when it comes to water. I have some that are this way, and others that don't care if it rains, or they DO care, too much so.
It's bedtime, so all five dogs must do their evening potty. In the dark. In the pouring rain. And yes, I've spoiled them. I go outside with them as they do their evening potty. It's raining so much I've donned mud boots and a waterproof jacket. Here's how it went:

I carry Dusty out as he walks too slowly and I want to minimize his discomfort. I plunk him in the middle of the yard so he can select prime pottying spots.

Dusty: I am melting. I will just curl up in a ball here and maybe it will all go away.
Me (giving him a gentle nudge): You HAVE to potty. Otherwise you will wake me up in a few hours, you'll still get wet, and I'll have to towel and blow-dry you in the middle of the night.
Dusty trudges off in misery to do his business.

Daisy: I am a BC. I am invincible and water proof. The rain has no effect on me. I will potty proudly and in a carefree manner.

Blitz: This sucks. I will tread on this wet ground as if it were the ickiest, most disgusting thing I have ever touched. I will glare as you as I potty.

Moto: I love my Mommy so I will potty, but not before I make her feel bad for letting me get so wet. I will make sure to rub my soaking fur against her to make her feel as miserable as I do.

Pinch: WAHOO! RAIN! Look everyone, it's raining! I will snap at the rain! I will run in the rain! I will play in the rain! Mom keeps saying something to me but I can't hear her! I will run and run until I have mud balls in my fur! The secret is to ignore Mom as long as possible, as when I potty I have to come in out of this GREAT weather!

Me: *sigh*
All I can say is, I'm glad for mud rooms.