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Originally Posted by delisa2850 
At the rate Jack is progressing, it sounds like I won't be feeling so sorry for you that I feel compelled not to be ornery for much longer! (Seriously - do you have any idea how hard it was to pass up the opportunity to mention that he obviously gets beauty AND brains from his mom?!!!)  |
Now this is funny. Just as I finished reading your note, Jack on my lap trying to figure out why I was alternately smiling and frowning at the screen, he let out a little yip, which I took to mean he wanted down. I obliged, and he raced to the door wanting to be let outside. It's 2 a.m., mind you, but I put on my shoes and coat (30 degrees outside) and took him in the back. After a long pee (Jack, not me), he started doing his poo walk. Fast, short steps, circular pattern.
The excitement gripped me and I would have shouted in glee had the neighbors not warned me about my late-night screaming. So I gave him some "good boy"s and started following him around. Jack is a walking pooper, so it must have looked somewhat perverse to any neighbors who happened to be up -- a grown man hunched over and following a 4-pound Yorkie around with a napkin at 2 a.m.
Sure enough, he pooped! First one since surgery that I know of, and yes, I let out a stifled scream of joy. But the joy was shortlived. I couldn't find the poop in the dark! I got down on my hands and knees searching for the poop to check its consistency and make sure there was no blood. I won't go into too much detail because, frankly, I've already overshared. But let's just say I followed the scent to a well-shaped and firm, uh, poo.
So, in a strange way, thank you DeLisa. Your sarcasm left Jack with the same feeling that it usually leaves me on the banning thread: Feeling like I have to go poo. :P