My poor little doggie. She's always had urinary incontinence, which makes housekeeping a regular pain in the rear. She rarely has a #2 accident, though. The last couple of nights, I've asked her to go out and go potty.
She gets out on the porch and suddenly realizes she's got to do #2. But she can't quite hold it in. It starts prairie dogging -- you know, peeking its little head out of her rear end and then going back in.
In the meantime, she's trying as fast as her 15-year-old puggle legs will carry her down, down, down, the many stairs to get to the yard. Without fail, she manages to leave a land mine or two on the steps. But who on earth can fuss at her for that?
This is the dog that made the LA Times Book Review for the stinkiest farts on the planet. Of course, to me, they smell like flowers. She is my heart.
Even her poops are cute.
