What SHOULD happen when my dog has to pee:
She goes to the door and barks.
I let her out.
She goes out and pees.
I let her back in.
What REALLY happens when my dog has to pee:
I shake my head at her strangeness & I let her out.
She runs out … tripping down each of the 4 stairs off our porch. She leaps and rolls in the snow as if it were a giant bowl of the best puppy chow ever (or, equally as exciting to her, a giant mound of cat poo).
I call her back.
She continues rolling in the snow and then something pokes her… she finds a stick. She greets said stick as if the heavens have opened up and God himself has appeared, pet her, told her she’s a good girl and awarded her this stick.
She rolls in the snow with her stick. It’s the BEST.STICK.EVER.
I start swearing under my breath about having to get my boots to go outside after her.
She remembers she has a tail. And starts to chase it.
I walk outside and call to her again.
I try to get near her to tell her to go inside & grab her collar.
She thinks we’re playing.
She runs and jumps and wages her tail.
I start to walk back towards the house thinking she will follow me.
I call her in.
I call her again.
Layla is pissed. She was taking her 50th nap of the day.
Layla pees and comes back in.
Izzy follows Layla back in.
Izzy takes two steps away from the door and realizes she forgot to pee. She goes to the door and barks.
I let her out.
….at this point in the blog post…I will need you to scroll all the way back up to the beginning….