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It\u2019s in the middle of a dream that I hear a light whine. Our Shih Tzu seem to have a wheel of fortune made of up whines, squeaks, and trills at different pitches, tones, and volumes. I can now interpret each as a different signal. A really high-pitched feathery wail conveys: \u201cYou best be getting back in this room, chunky, or I\u2019m gonna wake up this whole building.\u201d A soft snort followed by a single whine in the nose-throat (throse) means \u201cI\u2019m about to bark the fuck out this room if you don\u2019t share that thing you\u2019re eating with me, I don\u2019t care if I don\u2019t know what it is.\u201d Though I have been marginally wrong before on the meaning, I\u2019m getting better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So I prop open an eyelid at 3:21 am. Two clear, rough, whiney comments from the foot of the bed chime up at me and I know I\u2019m hearing: \u201cYo, up and at \u2018em my man or else you gonna be cleaning up some urine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like a firefighter, I\u2019m up, and with no less heroism, either. Missing a pee means taking part in activities of frustrating futility. First, you still have to take the dog out. But you\u2019ve both missed the opportunity and now you just walk around the lawn, the dog sort of overjoyed but confused and me sort of confused and depressed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tonight, this morning, I groggily put on my sweats, my jacket, my crocs designated for walking around the minefield of our front lawn, I grab my equipment (bags, flashlight, two treats). I tuck the dog under my arm and we walk down the stairs. As we go, she licks my cheek, perhaps showing appreciation, more likely drawing off the night sweat that bedewed my cheek.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lots of things come up when you\u2019re aiming a flashlight at a dog\u2019s ass on a lawn at 4 am. Life decisions, the irony of status, the task, deeper implications of.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I never realized how much I was missing encouragement in my own bathroom experiences. I follow the dog and congratulate her each time she poops and pees. I wonder at the possible outcomes were I to be extended the same courtesy. Healthier. Happier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We had started giving her a treat each time she peed, but she would look up at me with a quietly intense gaze every of the four magnanimous times she\u2019d squat to pee as if saying: Where\u2019s my treat, Bojumbo? I would gladly hand down a treat to her little lips, which she would take with slow reproachment. I\u2019ve since stopped when realizing that every time she\u2019d come up after peeing four times and unload a stream of urine onto our rug. We deduced that she\u2019d figured out the code and would fake pee to get treats only to forget to actually pee. I was mildly annoyed by this, but not only would it be a boldfaced lie to claim that I wouldn\u2019t do the same, I\u2019m not altogether certain I never have.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

Gathering poop in a bag in one\u2019s hand is something that knocks one down a peg or two. I have been doing it for years from my cat\u2019s box. But at least for the cat I use a scooper and the poop itself has been neutralized away from humiliation by the chemicals in the sand. The cat stands there and watches me with a hint of salacious joy, but I have long stopped noticing this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With the dog, it\u2019s not arrogance that I need to ignore, but rather practical issues. Because no sooner has she pooped that she has decided that she would like to eat the poop. My be-bagged hand is the only thing between a relatively normal evening on the front lawn and a horror-filled episode that would delight my peeping neighbors and ends with doggy toothpaste and me weeping into a shoe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tonight the dog pees and then runs back to the sidewalk, signifying that she is done, cold, and ready to get back to bed. I cry a tear of joy as I allow her to pull me home. I give her a treat when we get to the door, a small thank you, for letting us get back to bed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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