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Same. He shivers. I think he hates glass elevators more than standard elevators.
The only acceptable elevator was in our old apartment. It meant he didn’t have to do stairs. Nowadays, his old bones get carried up stairs anyways.
I don’t think we’ve ever had her in a glass elevator. I’m not sure if she’d hate it more or less. What she hates the most is in Canada a lot of the hotels have a kind of grate/rug thing at the main entrance. I’ve seen them in America too but I think the Canadian ones are deeper, probably with an actual drain to better handle snow coming off shoes in the winter. They often move when you walk on them and she will not walk on them anymore. She’ll either try to go around or fully leap over it in desperation. It’s like she thinks it’s a trapdoor.