Warning: TMI about canine scatological function in the next two paragraphs. Skip if you are uninterested. You've been warned.
On at least a half dozen occasions we've dutifully taken her outside, let her do her thing, and brought her back in only to find that she wasn't quite DONE. We've all cleaned up messes. We've lost count of the number of messes we've cleaned up. But she can go through the night now, and sometimes through a nap lasting a couple of hours, so she is progressing.
Sunday night we had friends over for dinner, and we were all standing around the appetizers with glasses of wine in hand. Sadie snuck in the back and made a big mess right behind one of our guests. The stink was immediately apparent. Excuse me, could you move to the other side of the room while I clean this shit up. *sigh* We've never had much claim to sophistication, but that pretty much does us in. If I were feeling especially crude, I would use this moment to segue into a discussion of chicken excrement, but I'm feeling kind tonight.
OK, poo discussion is over.
Here are some photos:
|Our best garden result this year (and there are lots more where those came from)|
|See it and weep: yup, first mashed potatoes with garden spuds|
|out for a tromp with the doggers|