Gotta Go, Gotta Go, Gotta Go!!!

My sister and I were going on a ride and taking the boy with us- no good reason, really. It started raining as I walked Tug outside and he's got a habit that as soon as he walks outside he takes a quick pee and then searches for where he wants to poo. He just loves the feel of grass under his feet and I guess that's what triggers it. So, we're under a tree, still getting rained on, and he pees but doesn't want to wait to poo- he starts heading towards the parking lot. It's raining so hard that he's jolting his shoulders as big drops hit him- like he's startled. We walk to the truck and he jumps in and gets settled. My sister arrives and we take off with her driving my truck. Now, Tug's never seen me in the passenger side before and I think that's why his little brow is furrowed. Slowly, it dawns on me- this is an unhappy look. I try rubbing his ears (nearly throwing out my shoulder reaching behind the driver's seat to get to him) and the look never changes. Duh!! He didn't get to poo but still had the trigger of grass under his feet...

My sister objects when I explain we need to find a place to pull into so he can relieve himself but only because of the lightning factor. Finally, we pull into a convenience store and I pump gas while they trot over to grass. Tug sniffs around and my sister starts back towards the truck. I object and she said he didn't want to go...humph! I told her to take him back on the grass, she needed to stand still and say several times "go now." (Mama had trained him to respond to that by saying it whenever he peed or pooed on his own.) So, she does it and he circles and circles and suddenly squats and, as my sister reports back, "had a big one." I'd sent her over with a poo bag, of course, and had wipees in my truck so she could clean her hands. As they come back to the truck Tug is just prancing and no more furrowed brow. He even enjoyed the rest of the ride now that he didn't have to worry about what he might do...