I have to tell you what I did last week. It has been raining here and when it rains like this my garden becomes what mommy calls the "mud pit". The brats seem to like it - they even roll in the mud but I don’t like to get my feet wet unless i’m chasing a bird and even then I won’t go if it’s pouring down rain. Tia told me that if mommy tries to take you hunting when it rains, run out of the field and go to the van and the funny men with the loud sticks will feed you bologna and let you drink some of their beer. I tried it once and it works, but mommy gets all unhappy and says i’ll NEVER be a hunting dog...…

Oops, that’s not the point of my story, but it’s a good one anyway - maybe some other time. What i did this time was it was raining REALLY hard and I had to poop, but everytime I went outside it was too wet. So I held it and held it and held it. Mommy tried to make me go every time we went out, and I even squatted a few times but I fooled her! Finally, I had to go SO bad I couldn’t hold it anymore. When mommy got home from work, she let us outside and I did a quick peepee off the deck, but then ran upstairs and pooped on the doofa! I was SO ashamed - I came back down and I must have looked all guilty coz mommy looked at me and said oh Taz, what did you do??? Then she went upstairs - I thought she was going to be mad when she yelled "OH, TAZ!" but then she started laughing - do you know why? when I had to go, I left 3 BIG poops that stood straight up on end, and two little ones that were lying on the doofa next to them. The last one kind of fell across the top of two of the ones standing up. mommy said it looked like something called "POOP-HENGE". Then she cleaned it up and threw the doofa in the wash and gave me a hug. She even said she was sorry that it was raining and she felt bad that I held it for so long. Now she takes me walkies on the leash so I can poop when its raining. I still get my feet wet, but at least I have her trained!