Sweet likes to hibernate in winter. Unfortunately her bowels don’t. But I give her kudos for thinking she can hold it until the thaw.
We have this word we use to convey to her that she needs to make the effort to relieve herself someplace but in the house. We say, “Outside.”
Well, "outside" our back door is a concrete stoop about ten inches wide which steps down onto an old plywood floored sun porch. It's nothing fancy.
I can’t count the number of times Sweet has pooped directly on the stoop. Which is always great to face first thing in the morning. Maybe she thinks it makes cleanup more accessible. Maybe she thinks it’s convenient for me. My mistake lies in assuming that “outside” was in the wild—in nature naturally where other “animals” do it. To her outside is just through that door. I guess there’s a failure on my part. By definition, technically, it’s “outside.”
When she reaches the endgame of denial and we haven’t made a mental note that it’s been days since her last bowel movement, she usually just blows up. One segment of that “gift” is usually easily identifiable as dog droppings but scattered in the vicinity are other substances that require further forensic analysis.
The Hibernation Cove |
On one such occasion, my husband became the self-appointed head of "CSI-Delchester Road." He was driven to specifically identify the substance on the floor even though circumstantial evidence pointed to a canine suspect. As much as these crime scenes look like someone died, my technique is to get my cleaner and some paper towels and not question the origin. I guess that’s naive. He had to smell it.
When a person has an especially disgusting sensory experience, it’s usually effective to use a powerful word to describe it. George used that word.
Now he just blames the dog.
Good boy.
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Back to home.
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Ha ha! Enjoyed reading your post and Sweet is a sweet name.
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Like I said, it's deceptive. We should have called her "She will bite you." Her nickname could be, "I told you so." Thanks for reading!
DeleteOMGoodness too funny and messy. I miss my little dogs so much but I don't miss this part. Mine hated outside too:)
ReplyDeleteI've heard it said that you don't potty train Yorkies. I totally understand that now. I guess that's why they make poopie pads. I heard those work like a charm. Thanks for reading!
DeleteYour little Sweet one and mine have the same coloring, and my little Bonaparte weighs in at nine pounds! He's really good about going outside, but doesn't like doing his business in the rain. Love the photo and the post! Thanks for dropping by my blog and commenting, Lisa, co-host AtoZ 2015, @ http://www.lisabuiecollard.com
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lisa. I'm truly enjoying my "Tour of Florida."
DeleteThe snow and ice are melting and revealing all the mess my dog left in the back yard over the winter. I think I'm going to have a very poopy Easter Sunday scooping/raking it up.
ReplyDeleteThat's definitely a "different" way to spend Easter. Although I don't think you're alone. Thanks for reading!
DeleteThat's the same mindset I take when the cat coughs something up.
ReplyDeleteDon't inspect too closely - just wipe it up and spray in down.
See? Cat and dog owners aren't that different after all!
I agree. We both do things we never expected. Then again, it's probably a lot like having kids. Or getting married. Thanks for reading!
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