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Just thought I would take this moment to talk about having to get the laziest dog on the planet out of her bed in the mornings to go to the bathroom outside.
Its like getting a fat kid out of bed in the morning for school - I know - I was a fat kid that didnt want to get out of bed.
The first challange of the day is to find her because she burries herself under the blankets. Shaking the cage used to work but now that she is used to that, I literaly have to drag her out. I open the door and does she go outside? No, she flops her fat ass down on the floor and rolls on her back with her neck skin making her look like a chipmunk with more than enough nuts in its mouth, her back legs tritching and she will not move untill I rub her stomach. Its like rubbing her stomach is the switch that tells her to go . Shes a Fatty - shes my fatty - her names is Tessa a.k.a The Fat Rollie Pollie.