My human goes into the little rain room! On PURPOSE! Water everywhere, all at once, straight down, and my human just STANDS there! I would never. I run from the hose. I run from the sprinkler. But my human WANTS it! Brave. So brave. The bravest.
It closes the glass door and I press my nose to it and I watch. Shapes! My human is a wobbly pink shape now. Where did my human GO. Come back. Oh there. Still there. Good.
The smells change in there. My human goes in smelling like MY HOUSE and my COUCH and a little bit like the outside squirrel adventure, all the good real smells, and then the rain room takes them ALL away and puts on FLOWERS. Fake flowers. Flowers that do not exist. I do not understand but I love it because my human is happy, I can tell, my human makes the singing noise, the off-key singing noise, the BEST noise.
Then the water stops! And my human is warm and wet and wrapped in the big soft one and I get to be RIGHT THERE for the wettest most delicious ankles of the entire day. Nobody has EVER had ankles like this. I lick one. It tastes like fake flowers. I love fake flowers now.
And here is the thing, here is the BEST thing: my human always comes back out of the rain room. Every time. I wait and I wait, sometimes for whole enormous forevers, maybe four minutes, and the door opens and there is my human, my HUMAN, and we are together again and I think there might be a treat.
There is always maybe a treat.