You know it’s fall in Gothenburg when the sky opens up and a waterfall decides that your head is the place to be. Nevermind the fact that you have an umbrella, because if that’s the case, the water will bounce right back off the ground to soak you from head to toe anyway.
Don’t get me wrong, I do like the rain, but only during the summer when it’s warm enough for me to go out in it and not turn into a small, shuddering, blue ball covered in blankets and pillows in a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of my normal body-temperature.

On the plus side, this means the dog won’t be wanting any ridiculously long walks at any point, as he made very clear this morning, by refusing to go outside at all. When a dog looks at you with an expression of “Don’t make me, there’s a huge shower out there!” there really isn’t much you can do but give up. He’s not going to let you forget the misery you’ve put him through if you don’t.