We had a bit of a storm last night (lotsa lightning), and it rained
and rained and rained and was still raining raining raining this
morning. Harriet did not want to go out last night, but she
soldiered on--head down and trudging, doing her best Eeyore
impression.

This morning, she got about 10 feet from the front door and stopped
in her tracks and sat down. She'd had enough rain,
thankyouverymuch, and refused to budge. I finally had to pick her
up and carry her to the other end of the complex, set her down, and
stand in the rain, waiting her out. After about five minutes, she
decided that it was in her best interests to poop, after which, she
bounced up and down in place while I baggied it. She couldn't get
back to the apartment fast enough, so she Tiggered all the way home.

And, by Tiggering, I mean she bounced in place without ever once
bumping me or putting pressure on the leash. I don't know how she
does it, but she can be absolutely nutso while still having enough
control not to be obnoxious about it.

--
Shelly
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