The dog I watch occasionally is a bit of a diva in the rain. I mean, I can't blame her. I wouldn't really want someone to watch me go to the bathroom ever, let alone when it is miserable out. So it can take some doing to make sure she goes to the bathroom during a storm.
But boy, when she does, I am so. freakin. happy. and proud. I even exclaim. And laugh a little. And I'm that slightly off kilter woman, holding a bag of poop, crying in happiness.