You might think from this photo that Sam didn’t like the rainy weather in So Cal this week, but you’d be wrong.

He likes the rain.

He likes the rain so much that he likes to go out into the rain, run around, and then come back in when he’s had enough.

What he doesn’t like is his towel.

If you’re holding a towel anywhere in his sight, he won’t come in the house. He’ll just stand there in the rain, shake, stare at you, shake, stretch, then try to sneak in.

But he listens, and when I tell him to sit, he’ll sit and let me put the towel over him.

Then he attacks it.

Then he gets the best of it, and settles down to really give it a piece of his mind.

Then he’ll look at the door again so he can go outside and run in the rain.

So goes the life of a Nordic Spitz.