Early morning. It’s raining sideways and there’s no clear sky in the horizon.

It’s time to take Tim, the 50-pound water hating German Shorthaired Pointer to the bathroom. One problem: Tim is having none of it.

As soon as I crack open the front door, he bolts straight back to the warm bed occupied by my husband. We begin a game of indoor tag between the front door and the bedroom. This game of indoor tag continues: door to bed, bed to door, over and over.

Deadlifting the Dramatic Dog

Finally, after losing the battle of my patience, I resort to a deadlifting this dramatic hunting dog out into the wet wilderness that is our backyard. I toss on my Snuggie hoodie although there’s no hope of staying dry.

Tim, a dog bred for rugged outdoor adventures, is now hiding between the arborvitae trees refusing any Mother Nature to touch him. Meanwhile, I’m outside getting soaked showing him it’s not so terrible outside.

Eventually, Tim realized he was never going back inside until he went to the bathroom. After much whining (from both of us), he does his business and makes a mad dash to the door ready to go back to bed.

Moral of the story?

Even the boldest dogs become puddles of drama during thunderstorms.