Since we moved to an apartment, I’ve tried to get Toto on a schedule. A pee schedule. He’s not cooperating. Too used to being let outside in our fenced in backyard whenever he had to go or, more often than not, when he was bored.
Toto: Stands up from his bed, walks a few feet to the middle of the front room, turns, stares at me.
Me: (Takes a bite of Cocoa Krispies, keeps eyes on TV) Not right now. Continue reading