Fjords and Coops

This morning I was doing my pre pee spin exercises and Mrs. Stillman scooped me up, stuck me on the counter and put all my outside stuff on. Oh no not the skating rink again! Luckily we went out the front door that time. And then we walked!  It was great!  My feet were goin so fast Mrs. Stillman couldn’t even see them. They were just whizzing under me like one of those cartoon dogs!  We walked in the middle of the street!  I never got to go on walks my whole life!  I couldn’t stop looking and sniffing. Then we went up onto a nice sidewalk with really high snow and smells and pee all along the sides.  It reminded me of those fjords in Norway that I read about when a travel mag swept up against my chicken wire in 2006.

fjords !

I had fun reading about them but somebody in a cage above me peed on it (and me), so I never got to read the end.

Sorta like this......Why is Mrs. Stillman crying?

Anyway, we were going along the fjord walk and I decided to poop, ha ha, right in the middle!  So what happens? This GIANT black setter starts barking at me! Right in the middle of my poop! But I stood my ground. I pooped anyway. I’m no scaredy cat (ugh). I wanted to meet the setter, but her mom help her tight.  Mrs. Stillman was yelling, “Don’t let her go yet please!”  Humph, that ruined my good time.  I mean the setter wasn’t as big as I am. What was Mrs. Stillman so hysterical about? People!  Ya can’t live with em and ya can’t live without em.