I brought up this topic a few years ago and thought we were done with the issue. But my mom insists on bringing it back up. It’s about my bathroom habits. Pleasant, right?
Let me just say this up front: I am a dog and I POOP!
It’s not the fact that I poop that my mom likes to comment on, it’s the fact that I like to poop when we go on walks. I know what you’re thinking. Isn’t that what we walk our dogs for? So they can “do their business”? Exactly. Well, my mom has a problem with it. See, I’m not really a fan of pooping in my own backyard. As a matter of fact, after many years of training, I can hold it for at least two days until I can convince mom to let me out in the front yard, someone else’s backyard, or go on a walk.
The walk is where the problem comes in. You see, it doesn’t matter if I’ve just laid a fresh specimen in the backyard (a requirement these days before mom will let me walk with her), I can still work up that stuff from the way back and drop another one about five minutes into our walk. Every. Single. Time.
This aggravates my mom to no end. Especially if she’s trying to run. As she explains it, carrying a poop bag is one thing when going out on a walk. But it gets rather burdensome when you are trying to run and you have a pile of poop dangling in a bag, swinging back and forth as you sprint forward at a comfortable pace.
So, I’m still not allowed to go out with mom when she’s running. Kinda unfair, don’t ya think?