Not singing (OR pooping!) in the rain...

I don't entirely mind the rain. I enjoy cuddling up on the couch next to the fireplace, watching Numb3rs on DVR all day while it pitter-patters outside. (that was my day off yesterday) But I do mind the fact that my dog minds the rain.

Only Whinnie can eat two full bowls of dog food, a handful of doggy treats, a few bites of string cheese, several potato chips (good GOD why isn't our dog a heifer?), and a few pieces of ham from Todd's sandwich, and NOT. ONCE. NEED. TO. POOP.

You're probably thinking "hmm, a dog that doesn't need to poop...sounds good to me". And you'd be right. If said dog wasn't ALSO passing gas every 3 minutes like she was cross-bred with a skunk. And if said dog wasn't ALSO asking to go outside every 30 minutes by hopping off the couch and standing in front of the TV barking at you like you have a squirrel sitting on your head.

Poor whinster pup did not go #2 all day yesterday. Not because she was constipated (TMI, I know)...not because I didn't take her out (I stood in the rain with her 7 times...SEVEN...no poop produced)...and not because she didn't need to go. It was solely because when it's raining and the ground is saturated, she simply can not fathom squatting long enough to go #2 for fear of getting a wet rear-end. Each time we went out, she quickly peed, shook from head to tail to try and fend off the rain, and then turned around and high-tailed it back up to our front door to get in out of the cold.

I haven't called Todd yet to inquire as to her bowel movements today, but I'm definitely concerned about whether or not she's gone yet. And the more I think about calling him to ask, the more I think about how much closer we're getting to parenthood. Because I hear when you have a baby, your daily conversations go from "what'd you do today? what'd you have for lunch? etc. etc." to "how many times did the baby poop today? what color was it? solid or soft? etc. etc."

I've heard people say before "if you want to see if you and your mate are ready for a baby, try raising a puppy first." Well even though she's almost 4, considering how worried we get about Whinnie's bowel situations, I'd say we're well on our way to being good parents. Even if it is just parenting a dog.