When ya gotta go…

Adrianna was finally in bed, so I was taking advantage of some time to myself to put away laundry. Greg was busy putting together Adrianna’s highchair. (We plan on starting her on “solids” soon; well, rice cereal anyways.) Chloe came over to me, stood up on her hind legs and put her front paws on my leg. Seeing that she was being ignored, she ran over to where Greg was sitting on the floor assembling the highchair and jumped into his lap. It was then that we realized that Chloe really wanted to go outside. And soon. We didn’t realize just how soon it was until it was too late. I came back into our bedroom from our closet after hanging up some clothes, and there it was. She had squatted, done her deed, and off she had ran downstairs. It was so quickly done that she had completed the job in the seconds it took me to hang up the clothes. I guess when you gotta go, you gotta go. Dumb dog. We didn’t punish her too harshly since she did try to tell us.

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