Not a good mix, at least around here.  The Curmudgeon had a rough time shoving them outside in the morning.  Neither one wanted to brave the very wet outdoors.  Bull Terriers think they might melt in the rain.  It’s easier to get them out in a blizzard.

     When I got up, they were down for their naps.  Every day without fail they insist on their naps…well, at least Gavin does.  He will scream at you until you close his crate door and cover him.

     They were slow getting up from their naps too.  Could it be because it was still pouring and they knew they’d have to go out again?  You betcha!

  Get up and go out?  Nope.