Two Prissy Snouts

For the past three consecutive nights I have had to wake up and let the dogs out to pee. It's like I'm re-living their puppyhood.

Why, you ask? Because they are complete and utter wusses when it comes to the rain. Wait, no... It's not just rain. Because even if there isn't a drop falling from the sky, they still look at me anxiously like, "But MOM, the GROUND IS WET."

Matt said Wynn ran out the dog door two days ago and must have set a world record for reentry... She then proceeded to shake as hard as she could because the two drops that hit her surely would have made her melt.

Last year during rain season Wynn was in the midst of potty training, so it was a behavior we had prepared ourselves for. And Thelma was always such a lady and would just hold it...

And maybe it's because it's so early in the season, but I swear they are holding it until they're about to asplode. ...Which always seems to be right around the time mommy has drifted into a deep, dreamy sleep.