My girl picked me up on a crisp October Saturday. I said goodbye to my Grandma Barb and my sister Stella who was getting her family that day too.
First things first, I was introduced to my potty spot, which is marked by my very own fire hydrant!
Okay maybe this wasn't the very first thing--it came after my girl spent quite a bit of time cleaning my diarrhea off of her leather back seat. I rode home in a crate of course, but suddenly had a serious case of cannon butt. I just backed myself up to the crate door and let 'er rip! Don't judge--we've all been there!
And yes, I use my spot every time. It keeps the grass in the yard looking nice with no yellow spots.
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