Dana and John
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I felt so bad for Gibbs this moring. The weather here in Pgh was freezing rain on top of snow. Therefore, instead of being able to plow/tunnel/hop through the snow, Gibbs was walking on ice over snow. The problem was that everytime he took a step, the ice would break and one paw at a time would sink into the snow.
I give the little guy credit because he just kept trudging along. He finally reached a spot where he didn't break through the snow and had a good poop, but he never could find a place to pee.
I needed to get ready for work, so I said "time to go in" because I was now going to take him to the covered back deck off the dining room. As soon as I got to the front door, he whimpered and didn't want to go in. I knew it was because he had to pee and he knew he wasn't ready to go in the house. I said "it's OK" and he followed me in. I kept him on leash and walked into the dining room and he realized where I was taking him. He sprinted ahead to the French Doors. As soon as I opened them, he ran outside and relieved himself.
As I listened, I could have sworn I heard him say: aaahhhhh!!!!
Ok, it was me saying it out of empathy.
Last edited by Gibbs Mom and Dad; 02-05-2014 at 11:03 AM.