Arwen is as particular at shopping around for the Perfect Poo Spot as a bargain hunter with her last ten dollar bill. This dog can truly take a 45 minute morning walk and finally select the Perfect Poo Spot when she's almost home. I've stood in torrential rain, sleet, nor'easter snowstorms, thunderstorms (last night), and blazing 110 degree heat, tethered to a dog with sphincter control so strict, it would startle Sigmund Freud. (Sorry to nerd out here, but I couldn't resist a bit of Psychology humor - can't let a 100K dollar education go to waste). I kid you not, folks - the dog is made of tough stuff. Tough, picky, hard-headed stuff.
Matt discovered a little trick recently to accelerate the Perfect Poo Spot selection process on days with miserable weather. If breakfast is prepared in front of her before she's walked, she finds that Perfect Poo Spot in seconds. The food is put on her plate (yes, she eats off of a lovely blue and white plate - spoiled? No way!) - complete with fish oil, medication for urinary incontinence, salmon, chicken and a small amount of kibble - and then we do the truly unthinkable. We leave!
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" she must wonder.
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!"
"IT'S THE MOST GLORIOUS TIME OF THE DAY AND YOU'RE LEAVING?!"
Poor Arwen. She's mistreated and put upon. Her life is one big frustration after another.
Somehow on these mornings, we are back inside, all the outside business competed within about 6 minutes. Quite impressive, really.
|"I am weak from hunger! Carry me to the Royal Plate!"|
|"Going outside?! But my food is ready?!"|