Earlier today, while I was working:
“Chris, Chris, Chris…”
“Chris, Chris, Chris…”
“Katie, I’m in the middle of something.”
“Chris, Chris, Chris… gotta go, really gotta go.”
I log off and get up, to take her downstairs. Halfway down the hall, I almost trip over a beagle that has decided to stop and scratch her bum.
We continue downstairs, into the lounge and out into the kitchen, where I open the back door.
“Katie, where are you?”
“Here! In the lounge, on my recliner. Isn’t it a nice recliner?”
“But you wanted to ‘really gotta go'”!
“I probably do, but at the moment, I am enjoying my recliner.”
I look at her.
“You usually offer me treats.”
“That’s when I want you to go outside. When you want to go outside, going outside… that is the treat.”
“Still don’t see no treats”.
“If you give me treats, I might let you sit in my recliner.”
i decide that if I am in the kitchen, I’ll do the bit of washing up that is there, and ignore her. After a while, she follows me out, and sits in the kitchen doorway.
“So are you going?”
“All right, then.”
She then spends 5 minutes going around the yard, sniffing everything.
“I thought you wanted to go.”
“Well I don’t.”
“OK, then we’ll go back upstairs.”
I go in, and she starts to follow me.
“Oh wait.”
She doubles back on herself, and – after turning around twice – finally has a pee.
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