Tonight we went for a walkie. Nothing remarkable about that, we have gone for a walkie every night since I’ve been here in Pittsburgh with mum. But this one was different. We have been taking our evening walkies in the park – truly delightful – and it’s where I’ve been learning how to do my business in the great outdoors. Our previous attempts at walking in my neighborhood have not been that successful. I’m still getting the hang of this walking on lead thing (and don’t get me started on the harness that I have to wear), and must admit that all of the cars, people, noises, and smells kind of overwhelm me.
But there was something different tonight. Yes, it was unseasonably warm for a February evening in Pittsburgh. But that wasn’t it. Rather than walk over to what I am now calling our Otto-mobile (previously known as the Bogiemobile), I turned in the other direction, and much to mum’s surprise, started to walk down the street. Happily, she followed. We only got a few houses away when that special smell entered my nose and I went in for a better sniff. Mmm, hedges that have been freshly peed on. Gets you going like nothing else.
And then… I lifted my leg to the sky and let some wee fly.
I could see that mum was overwhelmed with emotion. I, too, felt something special. And then at the next hedge, I repeated my grand movement and did it again. Same excited reaction. Same reaching into the bag of cookies and handing me a bunch. OK, this can work.
Then a walkie through the neighborhood. Lots of sounds, people, and smells. I’m still feeling a little timid about it all, still not completely confident in my movements, but I was boosted by this great start (and all of the cookies). A few more leg lifts, a few more sprinkles, a few more cookies. And then… on some sloping grass just outside of the park, I POOPED. Well, the reaction to this was pretty intense, I thought mum was going to lose her mind. The rest of the cookie bag wound up in my belly, and I even waited patiently while she bagged up this treasure to take it home (well, to the garbage bin outside of our home).
I may do this again.