“A storm coming!”

“A storm? Who cares about storms? There’s no thunder or lightning, so… “

“Let’s play!”
“Alright. I guess a game of Collie soccer wouldn’t hurt. I’ll do commentary.”

“Petal takes off after the ball! The ball hits the fence and Petal is forced to make a sharp and rapid turn to avoid smashing into the fence and becoming a Pug.”

“What do you mean becoming a Pug?! That’s not how their faces came to be all smashed, is it?!”
“Of course not, it was only a joke.”
“Oh, well, stop your joking around and—”

“throw my ball!”
“Fine, fine.”

“YES! I GOT IT! I GOT IT!”
“No one cares, Petal, not when I’m looking this handsome in the wind.”

“Look at how it ruffles my fur.”

“Oh! Ow! Rain in my eye! Rain in my eye!!”
“HA HA HA, very handsome!”

“Get over here you little twerp!”
“Aaaahhhhh!”

There’s nothing like starting off a rainy day with a game of soccer out in the yard. :]
For those who might be wondering, while me, Lassie, and Petal spent our morning playing the rain, Ella spent hers curled up in the warm house; she’s not a fan of the cold or the rain.