Monday, November 23, 2015

Flying Turds!



I love Monday mornings but this Monday morning didn't get off to a great start. My normal routine is to get up, get dressed, let the puppy out to pee, feed the puppy and let the puppy out again so she can poop.


This morning I let Lucy out for morning squat. Normally she does her business and immediately heads back in for breakfast. This time she hesitated briefly.  I should have known. She doesn't hesitate without a reason. Can you guess where this is going?

About halfway through her breakfast, she stopped and headed upstairs. That always means she's looking for somewhere to poop or pee. For some reason she likes going up there.  And that's exactly why I keep that door shut and removed the area rug (in case the door is left open).  Since she couldn't go upstairs to poop, she made do with the area at the bottom of the steps - in the dining room.  I shrieked (literally) and grabbed her in mid-poop and ran her outside where she finished and I cleaned up inside.

When she came in, she finished her food.  Since she had already pooped, I figured we were good.  I was wrong. I was sitting at the table eating my amazingly delicious homemade cinnamon roll and watching Lucy play in the living room.  Then I saw her do the poop dance and knew she was getting ready to go - AGAIN!  But I was too late.  I shrieked.  She freaked. She dropped a turd onto the living room rug and ran for the hills - well, to Ivy's room.  I chased her into the room as she was getting ready to drop another turd.  I grabbed her as the turd dropped onto the rug.  I ran her outside where she finished.

I must have had a temporary mental breakdown because I found myself laughing and chanting flying turds, flying turds, flying turds. I finally got control of myself and cleaned up the messes and let her back in. About 15 minutes later I was ready to take her out to potty again and discovered she had just finished going on Ivy's rug.  Apparently our timing is off today.

5 comments:

  1. Oh dear. I'm so glad I don't have a puppy. I'll just look at yours!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Ok. I was really hoping you'd take her off my hands, though. She's wearing me out!

      Delete
  2. This comment has been removed by the author.

    ReplyDelete
  3. We had a puppy when we lived on the top floor of a high-rise apartment building. That was a hoot. About 8-10 trips down the elevator daily with puppy to go out. Sometimes she would go out and not need to go and we would wait. She was usually good in the house, we kept her confined to the kitchen 99% of the time. She rarely messed in there and if she did it was not a big deal to clean up. I would carry her to the elevator because the corridor was carpeted and she would think it was a good place to pee!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I can't imagine having a puppy in an apartment. I take this dog out about every 20 to 30 minutes.

      Why do animals like doing bad stuff on carpet? Lucy's that way, too. I put up most of the area rugs until she's potty trained because they're her favorite place to go. And when I had cats, they ALWAYS puked on the carpet!

      Delete