Dee is at a training course for a couple weeks which means it's me and Daisy. All dog - all the time. So, as I've mentioned, my m.s. is rearing its ugly head and I'm not the best dog-walker right now. I was walking Daisy last night on the treadmill - which means I watch her walk herself and she started walking funny. She would quit walking and coast to the back of the treadmill and then hurry back up front. She seemed like she was overly anxious so I slowed the belt down. I commented to her about her stinky farts and then my eyes focused on a glistening pile of poo off the end of the treadmill. Needless to say, we evacuated the room and she went outside in case there was more where that came from.
The question remains - what happened?
I took her out twice before she got on the treadmill. Why didn't she go? It's cold out - maybe she didn't want to stand there on the cold concrete taking a dump but what am I supposed to do, carefully place a heating pad on the ground for her precious footsies? I waited this evening until she went. It took longer but I am not about to repeat last nights chore of poo removal. I definitely didn't pick up on the signals she gave me with her behavior - Dee probably would have shouted, "we have poop-sign!" and rushed her outside but I didn't catch it. So, thanks Daisy for the educational experience! Rigggggght...
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