Mummy still hasn't figured out my toilet habits it seems. I thought she and daddy could tell that I need to go when I start pacing the house and getting restless. But whenever I tried to tell them I need to go, they just ignore me. Or they will tell me to hold it! When a dog has to go, he has to go!
Many times there were accidents but at least I make sure I did it in the balcony! And I tried to aim at the newspapers laid on the floor though my aiming skills still need some polishing!
There was one time, I had to go outdoor for my pooping so badly I was going crazy! Mummy and daddy are already in bed and the bedroom door is closed. So there is really no way I could tell them the urgency. I start chewing on the toilet paper roll I found on the sofa. It was fun and a great way to distract my mind from pooping. I got so excited I even jumped onto the sofa and kicked away the cushions. I even managed to steal a chew at the Yakult bottle on the coffee table! After what seems like a long time in my new found joy of thrashing the hall, I felt the urgency to poop has returned. I quickly jumped off the sofa and rushed to the balcony to relieve myself.
A while later, while I was minding my own business in the hall, Mummy came out of the room. She gasped when she saw what I had done and was very very upset. She frowned at me and asked me why I did it. C'mon, isn't the answer obvious? I felt a stab of guilt as she peered down on me. I just managed to give her the best sheepish look I can managed. I even stayed out of her way when she grabbed the vacuum cleaner and mop. I just looked at her in a corner and hoping she will give me a smile and a pat.
She did that eventually after the hall and balcony is cleaned. I curled up near her feet, under the coffee table while she watched a bit of TV. It was almost 6am.