Almost every morning, at around 4:00, I walk the dogs. Almost every morning I about die laughing. I find my dogs very funny, as you probably do too if you have pets. Mine, however, seem to have some very laughable potty habits, you should pardon the expression. I guess you'd have to know me to understand my sense of humor, but basically, I try to find good and humor in everything. One of my favorite philosophies is that it's all good, even dog poo because it means (a) you have a dog and (b) you can afford to feed it. So here goes:
The first, and biggest star of the show is Jeff
It appears that Jeffie is predominantly left handed. Something I found out early on, but the other dogs never seem to learn. So when all the dogs are lining up to christen or smell a pole or tree, they are expecting Jeff to do what most dogs do and lift his right leg. However, Jeffie being left handed most of the time, the other dogs get squirted on, and shake their heads and try to run away screaming like little girls, but that's hard to do on leashes. Maybe he does it on purpose; I don't know. When Jeff poos, that becomes a major celebration for him. He hops up and down and tries to run (if he's in the yard, he does run) and just generally shows how excited he is to be so relieved.
The medium sized Follies Pottay star is Ricky
Here in SW Florida, most roads are bordered in ditches, which we lovingly called swales, since they are part of the water management system. In our neighborhood we do not have sidewalks - there is the road, a little tiny patch of grass, and then the swale starts to descend. Some are very deep, some are quite shallow. Most dogs, especially very hairy ones like the furry terrier would swing their butts around and poo downhill - nice and clean and easy. Not Ricky. Ricky has never done that. He always poos uphill, head hanging over the abyss and tail end squished up the hill. Not so easy and often not so clean. I carry paper towels with me on our walks : ) I have to laugh every time though, he's so silly.
And then the newest member of the troupe, CiCi
Evidently Miss Ci was a circus performer before she came to us. When her Foster Mother brought her to our home so we could all meet and she could see that we were OK people to adopt, Ci first went to a patch of grass by the mailbox, right out of the car. Her Foster Mom said, "Oh my God, you have to see this. You won't believe it!". CiCi had to pee, so she picked up her hind legs, stood on her front legs, and peed while standing on her hands. Honest. She does it about half the time. I can't get a picture of it because I never know when she's going to do it again and can't get the camera ready that fast. As if that weren't funny enough, the poor thing is absolutely paranoid about passing gas...and I don't mean burping...she does that proudly, and loudly. When it happens, if she's on a leash, she jumps up in the air, spins around, runs into the other two dogs, keeps looking at her butt and tries to get away. You wouldn't believe it, and it's incredibly funny! If it happens at home while she's lying around she'll suddenly launch from a reclining position into the air, spinning, jumping, running, and looking at her butt. It's just totally amazing! Whoever heard of anything like that?
So that's the Follies Pottay. God gets to hear me laugh a whole lot because I always say my prayers while I'm walking the dogs, and they get interrupted quite often. Good thing he understands : )
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