Brooklyn absolutely despises getting wet. She hates it so friggin much it’s not even funny. It’s not unusual for her to pee once a day and hold her poop for 3 or 4 days if it rains continuously for several days. And when she finally can’t hold it any more but if it’s still raining, she sprints out to the yard, makes a little poop mountain, and sprints back to the deck and waits to be let inside. Once she didn’t even pee for more than 36 hours.

Brooklyn also refuses to step on the grass on very humid summer days. If it’s pouring outside, she does not move an inch from the spot on the deck right in front of the glass door until Georgia is done peeing and pooping and making splashes in the mud puddles and finally lets back in, cause we all know, although the deck is not covered, that it’s much much better to get wet on the deck holding our pee and poop instead of stepping on the wet grass and mud to relieve ourselves.

We had snow last night, which turned into rain overnight, which made slush mud puddles all over the backyard. So when I got up this morning, Brooklyn was all happy and excited as usual that she got to go outside after a long 8 hours of outdoors deprivation. But once she got outside and took in the situation standing on the edge of the deck refusing to step down to the ground, she gave me the look that said “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”, turned around, walked back to the glass door, and stood there for 30 minutes, until Georgia’s done, never sitting down of course because that might be misconstrued as she’s comfortable. Then we got back inside.