Time and time again, when people write about their puppymill rescues, and all the heart wrenchingly sad things their dog does that is proof of just how horrific a large breeding kennel is, they mention how Fifi didn’t even know how to walk on the grass.
Ms. X still remembers the first time she took a new kitten outside. The poor little thing was terrified, and absolutely hated the grass. It high stepped literally one foot at a time. Such a sad, pathetic thing you’ve never seen.
Oh wait. Scratch that. That was a cat. It is in fact the sign of well-balanced psyche (and responsible owner/breeder) when a cat goes it’s whole life terrorized by the green grass and crackling leaves.