Where was I? Oh, that’s right. My favorite blogging subject. Midnight poops.
I prefer to take my midnight stroll solo. Daddy is welcome. Someone has to pick up the poop. But I would prefer to leave River behind. She has no patience for anyone’s pooping except her own.
When River doesn’t go with us, she hops over to the kitchen window and peers outside with a sad look on her face. She forlornly watches as we walk up the street up till we are out of sight. She stays there until she can see us then she begins to howl. It is rather pathetic. Even though she is inside where it is warm and dry, and with Mommy, she is so unhappy.
Most of the time, when she doesn’t go out it is for her own good. It is either really cold or very wet, two things that she can’t tolerate. Usually, River anticipates when it is time to go outside and pees on her pads just before Daddy grabs the leashes. You would think she would be happy not have to partake in accompanying me for the midnight poop of Pocket Dog.
She is fine staying inside when we stay in the yard, but once we turn up the street, she becomes jealous.
In my opinion, taking her with us is worse. Daddy holds our leashes in his right hand keeping his left hand available for poop grabbing. I need to take a couple of hundred steps before I can entertain the possibility of pooping. River pees first but then she wants to go back in the house and starts walking in the wrong direction. I join Daddy in providing enough force to drag the stubborn Griffon up the street.
When I finally reach my poop spot, I begin to spin, spin, spin, spin like a spinning top. I can spin around thirty times before I pop a squat. Spin and squat the is my system.
When River is with me, she can pull me out of my spin, and when that happens, I have to start twirling again. I have a poop system, it works for me, and I am not changing it for my impatient sister.
Daddy has to hold River’s leash with his free hand until I squat. Then he lets go of the leash to grab a bag while I am squatting and River begins to walk home. Have you ever been dragged forward mid evacuation? It is disruptive, it is painful, and it is inconsiderate. If River doesn’t respect my poop system, she should stay home. Certain things are sacred.
I do hope River’s pulling during my pooping become more of a problem than her sad face in the window when I got out with Daddy at night.
How much is that doggy in the window? Not enough to interrupt a good