The wind blew like hell (65 mph) and the rain kept hammering down but we got through it. The biggest terror was wondering if the dog's bladder could avoid exploding because Miss Daisy (the dainty flower) refuses to do her business in the howling wind and tropical-force rain.
She will eat lizards and June bugs but she won't pee in bad weather. It's not even bad weather--any weather--the slightest hint of a misty light rain and she clamps down on the sphincter.
She went like almost 20 hours without doing number 1 or number 2. I got very nervous when the barometric pressure dropped enough to make my ears pop and since the whole family was in the bed watching HBO--including the dog, you can understand my concern. But she never goes in the house. Ever.
Anyway, once things cleared this morning she finally let loose in the back yard and it looks like a rhino pooped out there. So now the big discussion at lunch today was who is on poop patrol. Not I said the Little Red Hen. I already chased all our garbage cans down the street and fished them out of our neighbor's pool. My work here is done.
1 comment:
woo hoo - glad you survived! What kind of dog is Daisy? Our yellow lab Sampson hates the rain, too. Will not go to the bathroom until it stops. Big baby but you gotta love him!
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