A bit sick
When Joan got home yesterday, I was very happy because I had to go to the bathroom so bad. And I'm not talking pee. It ends up I have what Joan calls diarrhea, which by the way I have never ever had since I've lived with her (5 years). Last night she wanted to go to bed early but I kept pacing around. Finally she let me out around 10:50 PM, then I woke her up at 3:00 AM and then again at 5:25 AM because I needed to go out! This morning's relief on our walk was not much different than yesterday.
I bet she's thinking: the vet.
I'm thinking: just wait. It was probably some crap I ate off the street when I'm too fast for Joan to stop me.