Monday, November 23, 2015
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.