Looking for the Other Place Again

It is pouring. It is pouring enough that Emily took one look and refused to be walked this morning. Just looked up at me and said "Oh, HELL no." A little later, when the pour reduced to a spatter, she consented to be squeezed. But when I got home from writing she danced around with the little dance that means: "let's go out to the Other Place. The Place Where it Isn't Raining. The Place Where The Sun is Shining. Please!"

Alas, I have a dog with alternate universe yearnings, and I have no mad skillz as regards universe hopping.