It’s not 100% set in stone yet, but the plan right now is this:
I have the Internet repair guy coming sometime between 5 and 7 tonight. This totally screws up Puzzle’s evening potty trip, which is difficult to begin with because she can’t find a toilet in the rain for whatever doggie reason she has. I’ll take her out at 4. It’ll be raining but the wind will be mild. She’ll have to wear a sweater to protect her non-water-resistant coat from the rain. I’ll wear my rain jacket. It’s incredibly difficult, when you need four hands for dog walking tasks, to find a fifth to hold an umbrella.
Next potty trip: 8 or so, not much later as the pouring rains will start up soon. She’s not likely to have to go a second time. Tough. This is her last opportunity for a long, long time.
Sunday morning no way will it be safe for any doggie to go out. Leash or no leash (she’s always on leash). She’s going to be pissed at me…well, hopefully not at me (ha ha). She’ll whine and moan non-stop and drive me crazy until she figures it out and uses some discreet indoor spot. Dang, my dog hates an indoor potty.
I just re-checked weather dot com and it appears that something has changed and now they are predicting that the wicked bad winds are going to go on all Sunday night. So…Sunday PM, same deal, Puzzle.
I have plenty of junky towels, paper towels, and cleanup spray, but I think it’s time to buy a newspaper maybe…maybe I’ll even read it. Probably not. It’s for her, after all. If she can read, well, that’s news to me.
Hopefully, the newspaper will end up unreadable and stinky, and something else won’t end up unreadable and stinky.
Monday morning….I have a question for you idiots out there: Why is it that when you finally go #2, they call it “success”? Hopefully, Puzzle will already have earned her own PhD in Poop indoors a couple of times. Dogs, of course, aren’t supposed to hold in any kind of PhD. After all, they can’t even read. Books on tape, braille, large print…nope, won’t help her. But if her learning specialist (I think they don’t call them tutors anymore) came to the house and petted her like crazy and gave her treats, Puzzle wouldn’t care about learning. Not that she ever gave a hoot (evidenced by the fact that when you tell her “sit,” she sits for about a half of a second, then gets up again).
Those of you who know better will more accurately call Puzzle’s trip outdoors Monday morning “relief.”
I wonder if I will buy the Herald or the Globe.
See ya later.