He’s the one that’s confused about the whole toilet thing. I’ve got it sussed: there are two kinds of toilets …do the circle then back up… one that starts a good walk and the other when he wants to go back in and each require a different tactic.
When he’s got the play lead we’re off on an adventure so I get the necessaries out the way so we’re on our way …I love Autumn…chew the leaves… when he want’s to return sharpish, usually marked by the severe lack of weather proof clothing, I do what all good dogs do …chew the newspapers… and sit down and take in the view, Boy I could sit there all day and not need to do what I’m bursting to do cos I’m in no rush to get indoors.
He reckons it’s the equivalent of you humans who sit on the toilet reading newspapers waiting on the right time to push but it’s not and I don’t care if he doesn’t have his coat, I do.
…bladder control…use the force Ted…
