"Pont! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
I wonder what the neighbors thought at 5:04 am this morning when that scream came out of the sub-zero air. Let's set the stage.
Pont had gotten up a bit earlier this morning. Usually he stirs a bit in our bed, stretches and gives us a few kisses. He then does his nesting routine of pawing at the blankets and circling before laying back down for a few more valuable minutes of sleep.
But this morning he was ready to go. Roosters were probably freezing outside and unable to crow, but Pont wanted to wake everyone up now.
So up I got and trudged to the door, put on his little winter puppy coat and out we went. Glynis followed and did her duty in about 50 seconds flat, being the vet she is. I let Glynis back inside and returned to Pont who seemed oblivious that the temperature was hovering around zero.
Pont's M.O. these days is to explore every inch of the backyard, leap after every blowing leaf, look at every overhead airplane and bird, and then realize that his paws are frozen and he cannot move. At that point I have to pick him up and carry him back in for a few minutes while he warms up. Then back out to make sure he's down both No. 1 and No. 2.
Well, this morning was much the same - until Pont squatted to poop. I was just standing nearby wishing I was back in bed when Pont finished, turned around and then began to enjoy breakfast.
Was it the piece of carrot embedded in the poop? Was it youth lashing out against the Master? Or was it just tasty? Whatever the reason, Pont was swiftly carried back into the house where his mouth was sanitized with 22 gallons of every solvent known to man, thoroughly brushed and then scented with doggie mouth spray.
All this on top of the fact that Pont’s running record of 48 hours without an accident came to an abrupt end on Wednesday evening when Pont, who had been let out 15 minutes prior and done both No. 1 and No. 2, decided to urinate downstairs as Graham and I played with his Justice League Superheroes.
It was almost to say, “Ha, Superman, you have nothing over me! See my powerful stream! My super power is to gross you out!”
So, how did your morning start today?
How cute!
Posted by: Jim at January 7, 2005 01:46 PMSpeed is everything when they are this age! Corvette, other young dogs I have had over the years (Tigger, other whippets and afghan hounds back in the past) seem to want to do that nasty deed at their ages. I have learned let them go, then get them AWAY from their BM RIGHT THEN. Say "GOOD BOY" and start running the other way if you have to, DISTRACTIONS. I tried additives to their food, etc etc with previous dogs I have owned. You might as well save your money, and just resign yourself to a few months of it, then they will stop doing it! Meanwhile, get him out, let him go, and then get him back in the house ASAP. (they at least freeze fast this time of year...HA HA). Corvette's tried it, and I watch him like a hawk. Doesn't seem to be happening when he's done it on his potty papers in his expen (I leave that door open, when he's loose in the house, and he has been going in there to go, so I haven't had one pee incident on the rugs in over a week now...YEEESSS!!!).
Yeah, nothing is more gross tho! Good luck!
Posted by: Sue H at January 8, 2005 10:03 AM