The first time I took Max to show off my new baby to my friend Gail, he was about 4 months old and knew nothing about going outside. He had only gone on the pads (or the floor).
Max, in true yorkie fashion, started to jump on Gail, with his little paws waving, trying to get to her to kiss and smell her. She's not a dog lover and asked me to hold onto him because she really didn't want to be licked and kissed. She's a very good friend so I didn't get upset. I felt bad for my puppy because he was learning to socialize, but he won't be needing therapy because of it. If she wasn't such as good friend, I may have cut the day short. Love me, love my dog, I guess.
Anyway, Max poops when we go out because of nerves. He has since learned to go in the street, so I don't worry so much anymore, but that day, after spending about an hour walking around, we went into a drug store and had to wait. He started to whine, but I thought nothing of it. We got back to the car and as soon as we started driving, I said to Gail, "Do you smell poop?' I looked down and Max had pooped all over my lap. I started to laugh because I really wanted Gail to love him and this was some introduction!! She luckily had some handiwipes and I cleaned up the steering wheel, the door, my pants, etc. as well as I could. It's amazing how poop gets around a car fast!
Anway, Gail and I have had a good laugh over this and she does enjoy the fact that I love him so much. She does admit that he's adorable and belongs on a calendar.
Judy |