Me: “I’m continually amazed at the potty patterns of Copper when he does his job, they are such a mystery.”
My husband: “Really, you’re taking pictures of him? I’m going to grab the camera next time you’re going to the bathroom and take pictures of you. See if you like it.”
You – You’re not really going to write about that, are you?
Me – Well…here I am today, responding to yesterday’s daily prompt of Mystery, and, “Yep, that’s what I’m going to write about.”
Potty Patterns of Copper – A Mystery of Sorts – (written without enough coffee perhaps?)
Main Character: Copper – he is a dog on the tinier side – he weighs in at 10 pounds max. He’s adorable don’t you think?
This is his look he gives me when he has to go do his job. Must be serious work, eh?
Me: Factoid: He voids about a pound of poop a day.
You: Really?
Me: Well, that is in my estimation because of how frequently he poops when we let him outside to do his job. In fact, my husband even commented to me this week, “Man, as I crossed the yard, I saw a pile that looked Nick-size left by Copper.” Nick was our Golden Retriever who weighed 8 times the size of Copper.
(Sub-mystery – Why in the world did we ever choose the word job for poop? – Poor little guy, a lifetime vocation of poop. I’ve even heard other people tell their dogs to, “Go, do your business.”).
Back to the main mystery plot – Proof that his potty patterns are a mystery.
Copper never has a designated spot to do his work, it is a mystery how he somehow finds a spot and gets his work done. If I had to look for a spot every day to get my work done, I’d be fired on the spot.
Just look – here he is, tinkling the moment he steps off the steps. He knows what he’s doing. Step one of his job done.
The plot thickens (snow instead of grass). Maybe he is shocked to have to walk in the snow as he thinks, “Where the heck did this white stuff come from? It was green earlier today.”
Nope – no apparent shock, just a scene change.
He simply steps carefully, holding up a paw here and there as he goes through the snow. He’s so brave and determined to get his job done.
He darts off to the right to take a sniff to rule out any predators. (I’m assuming, as little dogs should always watch out for predators.).
All is well.
He’s off wandering to the left in a random pattern (kind of like he’s making mini-snow angel wings as a side job?).
He circles around, and around, and then squats to do the second phase of his job.
Copper: As he arrives back to the door, he launches in the house (way too fast to capture on film) with the look of pride, no doubt he’s thinking. “No mystery, just a dog’s search for the perfect spot to do his job. I left a nice path to follow on my way back to the door. And, I bolted past you so you couldn’t grab my feet to dry them off. I was successful once again! So, yeah, by the way, is it dinner time yet? I need to fill up again, a dog’s job is never really done, and you know what I expect for pay.”
Another mystery solved, thank you for participating!
