So I took him outside at 9:30 last night, knowing he had not poopt since he got home. I knew it was sprinkling, but figured if I turned around to get an umbrella it would confuse him. SO: by the time we got to the "Poop Spot" it started pouring.
Elvis loved the rain and was playing and racing around, and laid down in the wet grass. Meanwhile I crouched under a tree (any port in the storm) thinking that what was cute at 2:30 in the afternoon sun was NOT cute in a downpour at 9:30 at night.
I waited and waited and waited while Elvis frolicked. I was freezing.
After fifteen minutes he had STILL not poopt so I took him back inside. I towled him off (waaay to cute) and as I slid him back into his crate I told him: "I don't get up until 7 a.m."
3:45 a.m: He cried. Took him out again. He peed but STILL did not poop.
6:45 a.m: He cried. Took him out again. Peed, but still no luck with the you-know-what.
7:00 a.m: Gave him breakfast which he wolfed down.
9:00: Elvis "The King" Presley Rooke FINALLY poops two HUUUUUGE ones at "The Spot."
Never thought poop would become such an important part of my life, but it has.
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You are too funny! The Big Poop! What an event! It's so nice you had sweet, young visitors to play Elvis out! Sounds like he was a good baby, hitting The Spot, even though it took two days. What a cutie! Enjoy the day!
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Hey Aunt Sue! My mom sent me the link to your dog blog :) Elvis must be the cutest little puppy I've ever seen!!! Have fun soaking in all the puppy cuteness!!
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