Three Dog Night
It was the first time Gandy got me up THREE times instead of the usual ONCE.
She has not reached the point where she can do both jobs with one visit outside in the wee hours. She only remembers she needs to poop after coming back in and letting me sink into the lily pads and begin twitching in early REM sleep. Then she remembers.
She will not get up and do what needs to be done outside if it is raining. We may be moving to Texas.
What problems WILL the snow present? It rolled around in my head in the sleepless hours overnight that maybe I should bring that 4×8 foot piece of marine plywood over and prop it against the house outside the back door. If we are expecting snow, I can lie it down on cinderblocks, and shovel show off it every little bit. Then when the moment of bowel or bladder crisis arises, I can tip it up and offer Herself a patch of grass that might be acceptable.
Do you think she’s going to get the idea that the universe revolves around her? Well, she’s a SHE, after all!