Seven weeks now with our
newest member of the family, Scout. Seven weeks of intense house training, and
it is amazing how much she has learned. Such as the fact that Chandler is here
to entertain her, and Mark is here to also entertain her. Especially when she
pisses him off and he goes into one of his arm waving, high pitched screaming
frenzies. Scout thinks that is the best. I doubt she has ever had such an
energetic daddy like Mark before. I am apparently considered the leader of the pack
because she follows me all over the house and tends to get underfoot. I have to be very careful not to
step on her because she blends in with all the dirt and dust of the remodeling.
My biggest accomplishment has
been her potty training. I have to say, I am proud of her. I leave her alone in
the living room with Chandler when we go out, and when we return there is not
one drop of pee, and no chewed valuables. In fact, other than this morning, she
has been completely pee free in the house for two whole weeks. So what did she do
this morning to break that streak? I was laying in bed watching television,
Mark on the other side of the huge bed, Chandler at my feet. Along came Scout,
leaping up onto the bed (She's not allowed) and paying me a visit. Okay, two
weeks without pee I thought, I can trust her. I mean, look at that adorable
face, that sweet demeanor. How could I tell her to get off the bed? So I lay
there quietly while just a few inches away from my face, Scout squatted and
peed. Right there in the bed, she peed! All hell broke loose. Mark began screaming and
waving his arms around, while I grabbed Scout and bum rushed her out to the back
yard, and Chandler... well he just laid there. With a smirk on his face.
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