X marks the spot
It never fails that when I'm trying to get done with walking Bonnie - say, it's pissing rain or something - she chooses that time to take forty-nine-forevers to find a place to take a crap.
Sweet Marie, Robert Hanssen didn't put as much care in finding the perfect drop spot for passing information to the Soviets as Bonnie does in finding the perfect blade of grass on which to deposit her poop.
posted by Dixie at 11:22 PM
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Heh.
This is one of the reasons we gave our rat terrier to a couple with a fenced yard.
We knew we didn't want to have to wait behind her while she did her bidness in the "Doggie Pooping Area" of the apartment complex, AND she's a delicate flower who doesn't like to go potty in the snow. And we live in Minnesota. :)
She's much happier living with a fenced yard in Texas--and we're much happier having her there.
Here's the weird thing about Bonnie. I got her from an animal shelter after she'd spent a few months wandering around a village. And from the first day I brought her home, she was housebroken. I didn't do it - she just came that way. She never does her thing inside.
Before my MIL sold her summer house she'd take Bonnie out there to stay with her so she could be the free-wheeling, country-living pup she was probably meant to be. Getting totally into running all over the yard, dashing through the open fields, going in and out of the house whenever she pleased. She did this for three summers for reasons we are unable to explain during the last summer she stopped pooping in the yard. Suddenly
to get her to poop my MIL had to snap on her leash and take her for a walk.
Freud would probably have a field day with my dog.
OMG, Sophie is exactly the same. She is the pokiest dog on the planet when it comes to getting her business done, especially when I'm in a hurry.
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