Buddy has his definite likes and dislikes.  Part of the joy of a pet is their distinctive opinions about what they want or don’t want. 

It rained all night so the grass this morning shines with moisture.  At the bare light of day, Buddy and Dad walked out for the morning trip to the grassy knoll.  Buddy was having none of it.  He tiptoed at a snail’s pace towards the grass and sniffed the asphalt as though it were a strange new arrival to his world.

Finally, he got to the edge of the grass and looked at Dad reluctantly.  “Go, Buddy, do your business.  Go Potty.”

Buddy refused to budge.  He wasn’t going to get his delicate paws wet.

Respectfully, he sat on his rear and looked away.  The command to potty was repeated with an added “Please.”

Nope, zip, nada.  No getting wet the paws. No “Paws for the Cause” from Buddy.  I guess he was planning on holding it until the grass dried.  He wouldn’t even go on the asphalt.  Understanding you can’t force a pee, Dad brought Buddy back in the house. 

They have now, 45 minutes later, departed for the morning golf cart ride.  I hope it meets with Mr. Particular’s standards.  He rules the roost.

In keeping with the routine, they will patrol, bark at boogers or would be boogers, or boogers from the past, return to the grassy knoll for all kinds of personal body functions, and then Buddy comes upstairs for whatever is on Animal Planet and his morning treat and nap.

A hard life, but Buddy tries to maintain bravery.

-Buddy’s Mom