I Smell Wet Dog

After three months of no rain the skies opened up last Wednesday and it rained for two days. Chandler does not like the rain and refused to go out, preferring to keep everything in until he exploded or I allowed him to poop inside the house. Luckily he did not explode, and I didn't allow him to do it in the house. Instead I pushed him out the back door and dragged him over to his favorite pee spot. As a courtesy to Chandler I did bring an umbrella to help keep him dry, but as I am finding out, Chandler is afraid of many things and you can now add opening up an umbrella to that list. Snapping the umbrella open terminated all of Chandler's desire to go potty, and he ran back to the door begging to get back in. As I stood there in the downpour, pleading with him to please go 'poopies', the harder he pressed against the door.

After thirty six hours of Chandler holding his bladder and clenching his sphincter, as a tactic of last resort, I decided that I would take him walkies. That usually gets him so excited he just can't hold it in any more. So in a light drizzle, off we went. Half way around the block, in front of a neighbors house, Chandler finally started doing the poop dance. Around and around in a circle until he found just the right spot. Directly in front of a 'Clean up After Your Dog' sign, he proceeded to drop two days worth of crap. I was so happy I didn't even mind picking up his gigantic turds, and we proudly walked back home in the rain with Chandler's treasure in a neat little sack for all to see.