Dog Journal – Entry 204: Public Restroom

dog-1082096_640I was so excited! My friend always takes me outside to investigate the downstairs place every day. And that’s where they keep the bushes and the grass and the neat stuff to sniff. Well, usually it’s pretty boring, sometimes a squirrel is hanging around or some birds fly by, but for the most part, there isn’t really much to do.

Then this afternoon, there was a new friend playing in the bushes. He had a tail and everything, even a friend of his own that was standing off to the side talking to someone else we couldn’t see. But that was okay, because now I had a playmate.

Being a small pupper, and with this rather large dog was so excite to see me, I had to freeze and put all other things on hold while I was sniffed and inspected. Courteous enough to allow me to do the same, we introduced ourselves and began dancing around super excite.

There was a problem with this though. While much fun was had, something was forgotten along the way. We played and ran around and sniffed things and pretty much had some serious fun. And when it was time to go back inside, I suddenly remembered exactly why we’d come out here in the first place.

I had to go potty. And with time so short, I was going to have to hurry along according to my pal’s persistent requests.  But another problem soon arose. My new friend won’t leave me alone long enough to find a comfy spot. At first it started with the questioning, like “whatcha doin?” and “Wanna race?” But then came the nudges and the tackling. At that point, it became apparent to me that I was going to have to do this on the move.

I tried hiding in the bushes, but his big nose poked through the branches and nuzzled my face right before his tongue smacked me with slobber. It all turned out to be a very uncomfortable situation, and even though my pal tried to block for me, the big loaf would not give up and his friend wasn’t paying any attention either.

I really like playing with my friend, it would just be nice to have a moment alone to do my thing without getting pounced on or knocked over. My friend eventually found a good spot where no one else could go, my own private area, and the only way in was to be put in there. I sniffed some of the old flowers and plants and enjoyed the moments of peace.

I guess the lesson here is that when you gotta go, you gotta go, and there’s no place to go than a place where no one else can go.