Melvin hates the rain. Jake doesn’t love the rain but he is easier to coerce outside, probably because he thinks squirrels and frogs and birds are still out there, despite the water falling. But Melvin, he does not even care if a giant-peanut-butter-covered-steak-dinner-with-fries is at the end of the driveway – homeboy don’t like getting wet.
This wetness issue has grown in scope lately, as Fall has arrived, the grass is chilly and damp each morning. Thus, Melvin refuses to walk on it. He will stand on the sidewalk, look at the grass, decide it looks wet, look back at me, then the grass, then me, repeat, repeat, repeat. If I somehow manage to ‘nudge’ him into the grass, he freezes, unable to move. He then tip toes back to the sidewalk, almost as if the grass is hot coals. Once he’s to safety, the staring starts again.
The biggest issue of all is that: he has to ‘go’ and he knows he has to ‘go’. Although he won’t go into the grass, he also won’t head back inside either. So I do what any NORMAL dog person would do, I verbally plead with him. I head into the damp, wet grass. I plead some more, often with treats. And then, I have to play the one card I know he can’t ignore. I lean down and I show Jake affection, just Jake, in public. Boom, Melvin in grass, doing what he needs to do just to make the madness stop.
I’m genius. The end. Have a great weekend!