Steve was born in Atlanta. He and his brothers and sisters were an "accident". The result of a one night stand on the wrong side of the tracks! He spent his first few week of life living in a trailer park and outside dog. Even when he was adopted by the nice lady that had him for his first 3 years, he was an outside dog. He was allowed inside and definitely had the best of both worlds, but outside was his main haunt. A backyard dog. One with nature.
It's been raining a lot here recently and I've been working long hours. This means that when I come home from work, Steve has to pee. BADLY! He jumps on me with great relief when I walk in the door and bolts to the back door so he can go outside. He is basically jumping on one foot with his legs crossed he has to pee so badly (Do not judge me, I am getting a handle on the long hours!). Well my city dog, who has gotten used to his creature comforts has become a little high maintenance. I open the door he sticks his head out, looks up at me like I'm crazy and walks away. The dog, who has to pee desperately doesn't want to get wet. HE HOLDS IT!! He walks back to his bed, snuggles in and goes back to sleep.
What I have learned from this is: 1. They never have to go as much as they make out they do. All dogs are actors. 2. Steve's life has gotten pretty comfortable and really, in my next life, I want to be a loved house dog, and 3. Steve thinks he is so sweet, made of sugar and is going to melt.
A dog's life!!
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