However, as we live in a rather balmy climate and Wilson is unfortunate enough to have a jet black coat that sucks up the sun's heat rays like a Dyson bagless, all that ball-chasing leads to one hot and thirsty dog. Here's where the dilemna comes in. Wilson is very picky about where his water comes from. You might call him the Shannon Doherty of dogs--a canine diva of sorts. He will not--WILL NOT-- drink from the water bowl he has outside. Take the above photo for example. See the bowl of water not two feet from him? See his Gene Simmons-like tongue panting away in an effort to keep cool? What would any normal mammal do? Take a drink of water!!! Not Wilson...he would literally rather die a slow death from dehydration than drink from that bowl.
Inside the house is a completely different story. He LOVES to drink from this water bowl. It holds at least two quarts, maybe a gallon, and he would easily drink it all at once if I let him (but I don't, because then he throws up mucus all over the house). When the inside bowl is empty, Wilson is very obvious in reminding us to fill it again. He will sprawl beside it and lick it completely dry, drop by drop. He will stick his tongue up into the resevoir to try and get every last drop. And when he finally gives up, he will lay his head in the empty basin and dream of the sweet, refreshing water that is hopefully in his near future...
