Oh for the love of rain!

When it rains (doesn’t matter if it sprinkles or rains cats and dogs—no pun intended) Zeus and Apollo act like they never peed or pooped outside in their whole lives.

First, it starts with carefully choreographed movements that fully showcase their reluctance when it’s time to go outside.

Then, after a gentle push in the tush, they step outside, painstakingly avoiding any surface that’s wet. You might as well think they are close relations to Elphaba with how much they despise water. Fortunately, they are not related.

Now, this is the point when their owner/mom (that would be me) deploys the umbrella aka the object Zeus and Apollo are most afraid of (right on the same level of fear that they hold for the vacuum cleaner and for the vet).

Both Zeus and Apollo are well rehearsed in doggie negotiations, which they apply for desperate measures—Zeus turns into a rock, Apollo lifts a paw as if it’s broken. Impressive, I know.

It’s important to note that by now, both dogs have filed at least three complaints about the rain to HR (her royal highness, that would be me also). It is also equally important to note that HR disregarded said complaints about the rain.

Now, back to their ordeal on paws, Zeus and Apollo have no choice but to concede to HR and do their business while their owner/mom holds the umbrella above them and not above herself.

Finished and feeling much relieved, Zeus and Apollo prance inside with new found energy only a little worse for the wear (they did manage to get a bit wet truth be told), followed by their soaked owner/mom, holding two still steaming packages wrapped in toilet paper to be deposited in the toilet.

Thus, the rain ordeal was solved for that day only.