Why?
Because I'm a grown woman who will stand in my back yard in the middle
of the night repeating one or two phrases. It's either "go poo poo,
puppy!" or it's "Good poo poo, puppy!!!" with varying degrees of
expectation and urgency. I expect that my closest neighbors seriously
question my sanity and my obsession with bowel movements.
Sometimes
I have enough time to get fully dressed with a jacket and flashlight.
Other times, I might have had to leap out of bed or drop my toothbrush
during my "evening toilet" because I notice my 3 month-old uppy
searching earnestly for a prime spot on the carpet. This means that I'm
either barefoot (trying to avoid slugs or other dog-made piles) or in
my underwear (have I mentioned it's winter in Oregon?). I do have a
fence around my yard, but I in fact realized yesterday evening that one
neighbor's house is so close to the fence that their window overlooks
it, right into my yard. Fantastico.
The
puppy loves it when I take her outside for her "poo poo". She frolicks
around my feet, attacks the cat and spends time digging for dead worms
in the grass. Every now and then she'll get my hopes up by pretending
to search for a "prime spot" again. If I have my flashlight with me,
she likes to play with her shadow, darting and nipping at the darkened
grass with a halo of light around her. She's also completely fascinated
with a large fern that is probably her "fort" when she plays.
All the while, I wait, and wait. "Go poo poo, puppy!"
And
when she does, we're both so excited we can hardly stand it! Me
because it's one more step toward potty training. She because she
thinks it's the greatest moment ever and she's the princess of the
world.
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