What a morning! It was raining harder than cats and rabbits! The next thing you know, old dad comes downstairs and wants me to go outside and do my “business!” Can you believe the nerve of this guy! Yeah, I’m just going to walk right out there in the rain, let all my glory hang out, and deposit a pile of “business.” This coming from a guy who needs 30 minutes, a magazine, and the stars to align, all while doing his “business” in an indoor restroom! I had to walk outside, there was no getting around the big guy, but I did my best Norma Rae, “hell no, I won’t go! To please the old guy, I did tinkle, but poop? Outside in the rain? That’s for barbarians, or, hillbillies! Speaking of hillbillies, furball couldn’t get outside to do his “business” fast enough ! The sack of fur and fleas must keep some “business” on hand, just in case he has to make dad happy. As soon as dad was out the door for work, I felt the urge come on me like a tidal wave! I could barely make it to the dining room floor! I was pooping faster than Paris Hilton after a day of being on the set, filming all of those Hardee’s commercials! A little while later, mom comes down the stairs, and goes all Naomi Campbell on me! I made a run for the crate, but she cut me off with the business end of a fly swatter. She was swinging that thing all the while telling me I’m a bad dog! Is that how you “rescue” animals mom, you beat them into next week with a fly swatter? Now, where’s that number to PETA?