I don’t know where my backyard went. Now I quickly see that if I want to go to a yard, any yard at all, I have to go down the transom steps and jump in the dinghy thing. I like the little dinghy boat thing because it moves like the car and the air-filled sides are even softer to lay my head on than the arm rests in the car. And it always takes me to yard, usually a yard I’ve never smelled before.
I really prefer to do my private business privately, period. Not on a 6 ft. leash with them always insistently saying “Pee-pee, Poo-poo, Pee-pee, Poo-poo”. Can you see how hard that makes it for me??? Nevertheless, after a day or so I must break down and do the “Poo-poo-Dance” (i must move around quickly to keep from soiling my puffy britches). And how thrilled they are. And what a relief it is for me obviously. I think they want me to do my business on the deck, I don’t think so…
