Oh no, Papa, it's just a bath.

Papa loves to play Frisbee, anytime. She is not fearful of rain (storms, yes; rain, no).

When it rains, she slides on the grass (well, what used to be grass and now is a patch of mud) to catch the flying disc. Her sliding and moonwalking whips mud onto her belly as well as her legs. So I have to bathe her.

She jumps in the tub willingly but cowers at the far end as I try to wash off the shampoo. All this while giving me Sad Eyes, which she also does when I trim her nails. At least she doesn't try to drink the bathwater — that's only when she's at my parents' house.

I'm hoping the rainy season is over.