Sunday, August 5, 2007
My owners are funny about poop. Don’t like it in the house, but they pick it up, put it in little bags, and carry it around outside. And they always stop walking when I poop. I do this little poop dance to find exactly the right place. I circle a few times, then twirl around.
When there is a cookie or some chicken on the sidewalk, you’d think they want to decapitate me with the leash. It isn’t pretty. I’ll be sniffing along and, as soon as I stop for some sidewalk delicacy, they tug on my leash and start using the mean No voice.
But I found something out by accident. Yesterday, when I was doing the poop dance, I smelled a piece of taco. I twirled around a bit, then ate it. No pulling, no yelling on their part. I’m not sure they noticed. Just figured I needed to find a better spot, I guess. Now, I can stop that leash wherever I find a snack, as long as I do a little poop dance first.
Posted by Deefor at 11:11 AM