I have a few wet-weather jackets. When its consistently wet they can eventually get waterlogged, and although they block rain they are sodden and you end up wet anyway. So they get hung out to dry under the carport and I start using another one.

They are pretty grubby. Two were second hand, op-shop bargains. They weren't spotless when I got them, but to be fair, most of the ground in grime is of my own making.

In September I noticed the 1000litre IBC that captures rain from the roof of the goosehouse was empty, even though we had had rain. It took a few hours to sort it out, but the downpipe from the guttering was blocked with leaf litter. It took some time because the blockage was in a section of pipe underground.

I started the job, it rained, I got wet and muddy, and in the end thought, "I'm already cold and wet, and dirty. Just finish it and go inside and have a shower. " So I kept going, digging out the pipe in the rain, getting muddier and muddier as it went. (And mud from the goose house is 50% goose poo, too.) The section of pipe I needed goes under the wall of the goose house. It was stuck, I was on my hands and knees.....by the time it was fixed I was spattered in mud inside and outside my raincoat.

I trudged home and took the coat off outside, and hung it on a chair to get washed in the rain. The rest of my clothes were filthy and wet, so I undressed outside the laundry door and went in to warm up. Later I came out to pick up the sodden pile and wash the clothes. My cheerful kelpie came with me, spotted the wet raincoat on the chair ...and wee'd all over it.

Fry has a reputation....when visiting my sister-in-law he walked up to her while she was bringing in her washing. While we talked, he lifted his leg on the clothes basket full of dry washing. Hard not to laugh, but my s-i-l was not amused,

"I'm not wearing that", I thought.

Still raining, I dragged the coat out and stretched it out on the clothesline. A big coat, sodden, it needed 10 pegs to keep it on the line. It could get rained on for a few weeks, was my thinking. The fresh air, sunlight, rain...maybe it wouldn't smell of dog wee if I gave it some time.

Fast forward to January. It's hardly rained, haven't needed any raincoats, so the soiled raincoat has been a fixture on our clothesline for months.

Last night it was very windy. and I looked out the kitchen window to see that the coat had been blown off the clothesline. It was in a heap on the ground.

While I watched Fry walked up to it,....and wee'd all over it.

Notes:
1. "Why don't you just wash it in a washing machine?": Hasn't worked before with rainjackets. They either fall apart in the machine, making a mess that has to be cleaned up, or it just resists the water and detergent.

2. In making out Fry to be the recalcitrant wee-criminal, I should point out that Kobbi the Jack Russell is far worse. Its just that Fry gets caught in the act more often. Kobbi does it on the sly. Kobbi probably decorated my rainjacket as well, (especially after Fry had started the game) I just didn't see it happen.