When it rains, they will not go outside. Not even when it stops raining, because the grass is still wet. They will get all excited about going outside,and will be all, “OOOUTSIDE!” and then they will take great, tremendous dachshund leaps off of the back step, realize midair that the GROUND IS WET, REPEAT, THE GROUND IS WET, ABORT MISSION ABORT!and they will somehow contort their strange little bodies midair, in such a way that they completely turn and end up behind me, probably somewhere on the sofa, while I stand in the doorway and stare, blankly, at where they used to be.
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