A picture is worth a thousand (curse) words.
My solution to pollution.
Hmmm. It wasn't really her fault. She always has to pee at 3 AM...no matter what time I take her out before. She does this pee pee dance where she runs the length of my bedroom and back...over and over. Needless to say, I rolled over and put the pillow over my head.
***notice the Snickers bar wrapper tucked under her armpit.
2 comments:
I glad it was just the Snickers wrapper. Sam met me at the door one day with a Little Debbie wrapper sticking out of his muzzle. He'd been in the trash can. (Of course, he's also met me with with no muzzle. That's never good news.)
He's had a UTI, lately, so his pee pee dances get instant attention--even if the dances happen every hour and a half on a night before I have to go to work. *sigh*
OMG, when I first adopted Remi she had me up EVERY morning at 3 a.m. doing the pee-pee dance. Being the naive new Greyhound owner that I was, I stupidly asked the trainer at our next field trip to the B'ham Race Track if that was a typical turnout time. She laughed at me saying that Remi was definitely "yanking my chain". How embarrassing. I fixed the problem by stretching the moment I would get up to let her out, little by little, until eventually this behavior ceased and she would get up with me at 5 a.m. Whew, it was a tough road though!
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