And all the time I was working on arsenic caps this morning I worried about LB flooring the Lair with liquid shit because he didn’t do his chores first thing this morning. He didn’t, thank heaven. And he still didn’t when I first got back. So just a bit ago he wanted out, left a deposit in the yard and wanted right back in. But he got his cable hung up in the porch so I went out and freed him, all the time conversing in a completely adult fashion…
“Did you have a big poop? Yes you did! Yes you did! Look what a good boy had a big poop?”
And I sort of mentally stepped back and facepalmed myself – I’m sixty years old and my days of dealing with baby poop are very far behind me. But LB was eating it up, grinning and headbutting my leg like this was just the best moment we’d ever shared in his whole life*.
So I guess that’s all right.
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*And given his memory and attention span, it probably was.
You indicate the story is about a dog – it’s just as much about you.
Most of the rest of us too – I assume… I’ve always noticed that another person who lives here talks to themselves – and god-knows-whatever-else while they’re out walking around. (nope – don’t live in a sanitarium – but nice try!)
Why just today I noticed that the same Pyrrhuloxia that had been showing up in the late afternoon for the last few days had show up again – and like the earlier day – showed no fear of me. Came right up and lit on a near branch and announced that it had returned. (seems kinda’ lanky and not fully fledged – probably doesn’t know any better)
It is possible that I may have said a word or two to the critter – but I did not inquire as to its digestive habits.
Yeah. Don’t feel as if you are at all alone; for we here at Castle Buck have made the acquisition of a 14 week old Malamute. As you already know, 14 weeks is still very much astride the learning curve for both hound and man(woman in Evelyn’s case, or so the biologists tell me) in the department of fecal evacuation and the proper locations thereof.
Much silly voice praise is heaped upon the brow of said demon…err…adorable puppy(about 35 or 40 pounds of adorable) when she does her business outside rather than on persian carpets.
Why do they ignore the walmart throw rugs that literally festoon the decks around here and go STRAIGHT FOR THE INVESTMENT GRADE FIBERS IN THE MOST REMOTE PLACE IN THE HOUSE?
You don’t even want to know what I say to the pup when her aim is proper.
So, yeah, we get it here.
Y’all are what I think is normal. The pups need the LOTP (Leader Of The Pack) to reassure them as well as coddle them – which you know damn well. But the LOTP also needs to get the feedback from the pups. Which you have so far. Good start.
My mother-in law is in Hawaii doing some nurse summit/seminar thing to keep her accreditation up to date. So I’m watching her dog for her. It’s a completely worthless chow mix that has somehow made it 11 years now without learning its own name.
And it is terrified of me. Irrationally, pants-wettingly horrified.
I woke up to the sound of the mother effer pissing on my floor last night at about 2 am.
sigh…..
Y’know I’d laugh at the image you painted Joel, if it wasn’t for the fact that I did the very same thing last week, only with a horse who colicked. After a lot of walking, she finally dropped a load, and I just couldn’t stop the “Good girl!! What a good girl you are! Such a big poop too…who’s my good girl? You are, oh, you good girl, you!”
The husband just shook his head and laughed.