Today Atticus got his first taste of rain.
It rained pretty hard the day he arrived, but he was in his crate, and as it turned out, only Topher, Betty Boop and I were soaked like drowned rats. He stayed in his crate all the way home from the airport, snug and, for the most part, dry.
This week, however, New York is being hit with mondo rain, and so yesterday, for the first time ever, the little man had to go outside in a downpour to do his business.
He was not pleased.
We returned from our walk last night drenched; I had to hold him in the hallway while I got a towel and dried him.
So this morning, with the rain still falling, it wasn't a big surprise when he was reluctant to go outside.
We had a brief scare when he woke me up at 5 a.m., gagging on the squeaky thingie he'd extracted from a toy he'd been given. So since we were up, I decided we should do our morning walk.
We walked out of the apartment building and he hesitated on the stop step, staring at me. For all the world, it looked like he was I tried, at first, to coax him down onto the sidewalk with my dulcet tones ("Come on, boy. It's okay. You can do it."), but ultimately had to resort to firm but gentle tugging on his leash and harness to coax him down.
We spent ten minutes walking up and down the block, him looking miserable, and me trying to watch for Ninja peeing without freaking him out.
No luck.
So I took him back to the apartment building, expecting we'd have another go at it after he'd been fed and watered for the morning.
It was only as I was pulling out my keys to let us back in that I realized there was a huge puddle of pee on the top step of our stoop. Atticus had done his business under the shelter of our stoop. I just hadn't noticed, and dragged him off into the foul weather.
Sorry about that, Atticus.
It rained pretty hard the day he arrived, but he was in his crate, and as it turned out, only Topher, Betty Boop and I were soaked like drowned rats. He stayed in his crate all the way home from the airport, snug and, for the most part, dry.This week, however, New York is being hit with mondo rain, and so yesterday, for the first time ever, the little man had to go outside in a downpour to do his business.
He was not pleased.
We returned from our walk last night drenched; I had to hold him in the hallway while I got a towel and dried him.
So this morning, with the rain still falling, it wasn't a big surprise when he was reluctant to go outside.
We had a brief scare when he woke me up at 5 a.m., gagging on the squeaky thingie he'd extracted from a toy he'd been given. So since we were up, I decided we should do our morning walk.
We walked out of the apartment building and he hesitated on the stop step, staring at me. For all the world, it looked like he was I tried, at first, to coax him down onto the sidewalk with my dulcet tones ("Come on, boy. It's okay. You can do it."), but ultimately had to resort to firm but gentle tugging on his leash and harness to coax him down.
We spent ten minutes walking up and down the block, him looking miserable, and me trying to watch for Ninja peeing without freaking him out.
No luck.
So I took him back to the apartment building, expecting we'd have another go at it after he'd been fed and watered for the morning.
It was only as I was pulling out my keys to let us back in that I realized there was a huge puddle of pee on the top step of our stoop. Atticus had done his business under the shelter of our stoop. I just hadn't noticed, and dragged him off into the foul weather.
Sorry about that, Atticus.
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