I felt a short lived tinge of remorse over backsliding in the potty department yesterday. So I made up to Ma this morning by learning a new trick all on my own-some.
Every Saturday and Sunday someone throws a cool dog toy…er…newspaper onto the end of our driveway. Parsimonious Old Lady Nana only pays for the weekend paper. Ma says the paper’s a waste anyway, and only fit to line The Nemesis’* cage. Still, she carries it into the house and looks it over. So, I think, “Why don’t I help?”
It’s a lot of work dragging a paper to the porch step!
I had to stop to chew off more of the plastic wrap as it was slippery. 😉
I tried backing up the porch step dragging the paper. That worked.
*”The Nemesis” is Ma’s 23 year old Nanday Conure named “Florabelle,” a.k.a., “Flo.” Queen of the House, and a hideous, loud, biting thing.