(Warning: This post is about poop. Lots of poop. Proceed at your own risk. Just be thankful that my camera cord is still missing and so I don’t have any pictures to share.)
For the first few years of Lucy’s life, I was living in college apartments. That meant that she learned how to walk on a leash pretty good because I had to walk her every day. She got so good that she could actually go to the bathroom on command.
“Go potty, Lucy.”
But when we got Big Molly, we lived in a house with a fenced in backyard which meant that she never really learned to walk much on a leash. Anytime we took her somewhere to run her, she was off-leash in a fenced in field and a leash usually wasn’t necessary. She’s not horrible on a leash, but she isn’t great. And she certainly can’t go to the bathroom on command. In fact, Big Molly is having a hard time going to the bathroom at all now that we are at my parent’s house and having to walk her on a leash. She doesn’t like an audience and so whenever we walk her, she happily goes for a little walk but there isn’t much business being done.
(I promise there is a reason for me to tell you about my dog’s bowel movements.)
So, yesterday afternoon when Chris got home from work, we decided to take the dogs to the dog park here where my parents live. It is one of the nicest dog parks I’ve ever been to and our dogs love it. Without the fenced in backyard to run around in, the dogs have a big case of cabin fever so we thought a good romp might do the trick.
We loaded up in the golf cart (yes, our dogs ride in the golf cart…) and we headed over to the park. This park is in a huge field that is fenced in and divided in the middle – one side for the little dogs and one for the big dogs. When we got there, I took Lucy over to the little dog side and Chris grabbed Big Molly to walk her over to the big dog side.
But they barely made it out of the golf cart before Big Molly decided that she needed to go to the bathroom RIGHT NOW. Right there on the sidewalk. Humiliated, Chris started grumbling under his breath and Lucy and I scooted into the little dog side before anyone knew we were with them. Chris cleaned up the mess and then took Molly into the fenced in area.
Molly proceeded to spend the next 20 minutes pooping all over the dog park. All over it. Chris couldn’t get one cleaned up before she was squatting somewhere else. And, I don’t know how familiar you are with dog parks, but it’s pretty poor form to have your dog crap all over the place. You’re supposed to walk your dog before you come in to keep the area clean, but accidents happen. So, once or twice isn’t that big of a deal. But Molly probably went to the bathroom 7 or 8 times.
And the whole time, everyone was looking and staring and pointing and whispering at Chris. What a terrible pet owner! But it wasn’t Chris’ fault. It was all Big Molly. It was like she had been saving up for the entire week we’ve been here and now that we were out in front of everyone, she was ready to let it all go.
I was dying laughing.
Couldn’t stand up straight.
Couldn’t catch my breath.
Chris spent the entire time we were there acting as a human pooper scooper. And I know we probably should have taken Molly out of there, but she really needed to run. She’s been cooped up in a house for a week with no fenced in backyard. Girlfriend needed to run!
And apparently use the bathroom, too.
The whole time this was happening, Lucy was sitting next to the fence calmly, staring at Big Molly in complete disgust. It was the look that said, “You are an animal and I can’t believe you are my sister.”
And then Molly would crap again.
I think that Chris ended up running around more than Molly did as he followed her around with plastic bags.
The moral of this story is that even if you have a fenced in backyard, you should still teach your dog to go to the bathroom on a leash because you never know when your house will be broken into and you’ll have to relocate temporarily to your parent’s house where there are no fenced in backyards and walking on a leash is the only option. And in that situation, you will desperately want your dog to be able to go to the bathroom on a leash.
If you doubt this in any way, talk to my husband. The Human Pooper Scooper.