blame it on the rain.

this morning, kolby pooped in the house. i'm blaming the rain. and not my adorable, perfect, sweet little kolby boy.

i mean, it was pouring. and he's new to this loft living. he didn't really like the walk to the elevator or the time inside it. i had to pull on his leash to get him to walk out of the lobby into the downpour. and the doggy bathroom area was full of puddles. and he's so little and he probably got cold and stuff. he did pee outside. so that's good. i praised him. brought him inside, and locked him in the bathroom with me as i showered. then, i fed him and gave him his very favorite squeaky lamb toy. he ran around with it in his mouth, biting on the noise-maker spot. suddenly, the lamb stopped squeaking. and his collar stopped rattling. and i knew something was up. sure enough, there he was, pooping behind the couch and on the rug. solid poop at least. but seriously. i was mad.

in my best "alpha dog" voice i said, "no! kolby no!" (the exclamation points were most definitely included in the way i enunciated that simple phrase.)

then i remembered what his foster mom told me. "kolby always poops about 20 minutes after eating." duh. i fed him right before i got in the shower.

so, new plan. kolby does not get breakfast. instead, he gets lunch and dinner. thus, i hope to avoid more pooping in the house due to mommy being in a robe and unavailable to take perfect, smart kolby boy to the doggy bathroom.