[Misti1]

I knew it was coming....the next curve ball. Things went entirely too well this weekend...not one mistake in the house. We are still not ASKING to go outside, but I guess I did an exceptionally good job of guessing when she needed to go.

So this morning I am hoping to carry the luck of the weekend over into the work week. We go outside to be met with a cool fall morning. I am standing in the grass urging "go pooty Maya."

She is on the deck, shivering slightly and looking warily at the wet grass. Not today she decides and spraddles her little legs and pees on the deck. So much for a good weekend.