Saturday, February 18, 2006

How About If He Buys You Two Cars?

It's Saturday morning and it's -17 degrees F (that's -27 C). This doesn't factor in the wind chill. Seems we finally have us some winter.

Unfortunately, Molly thinks it's too cold to poop. As she is not completely housebroken (meaning we can trust her to whine at the door when she wants to go out), this is disappointing. Charles has had her out 4 times so far and all he has gotten her to do is look at him as though he were completely deranged. Doesn't he know how cold it is?

Trust me, he knows. He's even promised to buy her a car when she is 16 if she'll just go ahead and go. So far, no dice.

Soon, I will know, too, as Charles is off to the basement to work out, leaving me with the pansy dog.

Inside, she looks longingly at the corner of the dining room. What's the problem? It's not like we've never cleaned up puppy poop before. After all, were the situation reversed, she'd let us.

She'd even clean up after us.

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Blogger Coffee-Drinking Woman said...

Damn ye, blogger, you vile comment-eating fiend. You've done me wrong again!

Anyway, wot I said was:

Isn't it noce to finally have winter? I stepped outside this morning, on the way to lock myself into the library until they kick me out at 8pm (hope C. survives the whole day with the kids...'cause I'm doing it again tomorrow!) and I thought "ahhh, It's nice out, I wish I didn't have to go study." Our thermometer read -15.

P.s. have you considered bribing the dog with a hot toddy instead of a car?

4:05 PM  
Blogger Coffee-Drinking Woman said...

grrrr....
"noce" = "nice"

(damn ye fingers, slipping on the keyboard!)

4:06 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

-17, and I thought that +21 F in Portland was bad enough. The wind finally slacked off last night so things were a little quieter and warmer. No snow, just the East Wind I grew to love as a child in Clackamas with no insulation in the house.

The Ole RFer

5:43 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You can always try to "match stick" her, if it comes to it. This is how my father (a veterinarian) got his show dogs to go to the bathroom before they entered the show ring (because a poop in the show ring equals no ribbon).

6:34 PM  
Blogger CarpeDM said...

Oh, gee. That's not good. Yeah, it's freaking cold here as well. -11.

I don't blame Molly in the least. I wouldn't want to go outside either. Why, why, why do we live in these places? Why?

We could be in Portugal right now. It's 54 degrees there. When I win the Powerball, I'm so living there part of the year.

9:30 PM  
Blogger brooksba said...

My car read -13 for a bit yesterday. You know, I do love Minnesota (and the Midwest), but there are a couple of weeks each year where I wonder about living here. If our summers weren't so darn nice... And another plus - we don't have really big bugs here.

Poor Molly. It is not nice for the puppies in this type of weather.

6:21 AM  
Blogger Cagey (Kelli Oliver George) said...

Hee, hee - too cute!

During the frigid times, we laugh at our two cats that go inside/outside. When it is too cold to go outside, they mope around the house and follow us around like bored teenagers.

3:36 PM  
Blogger Diana said...

Teri- Damn blogger, indeed. Maybe we should all have had toddies, then we wouldn't have cared a bit! There's an idea.

Dad- That East wind out of the gorge is a bitter, biting thing.

Ariella- OK. Now you must explain: Matchsticking, what is it. 100 words or less. Or more. We aren't picky, here. I never knew that a natural, healthy dog poop will deprive your beast of a win. How very stupid. I've seen them crap in the ring at the big televised AKC shows and the announcers joke about it, never saying how that little indescretion cost them all their little hopes. What kind(s) of dog(s) did your dad breed/show? We, here in the land of comments, are a nosy crew, you know. Plus many of us are soon to be your neighbors, if you consider a neighbor someone who lives within 200 miles of you.

Dana- If you win, I am so coming and sponging off you in Portieland each winter.

Beth- The other 4 months out of the year are nice, aren't they?

Cagey- Mad-kitty does that all the time; bored teen, indeed. Then she gets shut in various closets and rooms as we don't realize she's oozed in there after us. Then she shits in the corner, being trapped and without facilities.

3:59 PM  
Blogger listie said...

Not being a dog owner, it never occurred to me that this would be a problem. Perhaps Mad-kitty would share her litter box?

10:43 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I hate it when that happens! it takes my dog at least two to three days to adapt to any significant snowfall before he poops. I don't know why...maybe it's because he can't smell where he's been? that and he walks funny. I think snow gets stuck in his paws and he starts limping back towards the house and whines pitifully...so I pick him up and carry him to the house.

god, I love winter!

11:25 AM  
Blogger Diana said...

Listie- She could then clean out the box, too--little hours d'ouvres! Disgusting dog.

Amy- How terrible! Takes Molly a while to decide where to go, too, but we're talking minutes, not days.

6:11 PM  
Blogger moegirl said...

I don't know if I have any good advice, though her reluctance is understandable. If you find out what "matchsticking" is by one of your previous posters...share with the group- it sounds like vital pet info.

9:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Perhaps little puppy sized paw warmers to go under her puppy gloves so her fragile puppy toes won't get cold? Or maybe she's waiting for mom (or dad) to carry her out, hold her 2 inches off the ground while she does her business so she doesn't actually have to come in contact with anything chilly?

Or maybe she's just holding out hope that you'll forget about her previous indiscretions and start letting her, ah "use" the litter box...Hey, it's the equivalent of self cleaning, what more could you ask for????

11:27 PM  
Blogger Diana said...

Stace- I agree. Definitely sounds like something we need to know.

Christie- She is a delicate little flower, the 40 pound puppy is.

Trust you to jump to the obvious and efficient solution. You have the gift.

9:46 AM  

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