The dog went to the bathroom.
Outside.
You know, having a neurotic dog can be a pain.
Cody wouldn't go to the bathroom yesterday. At all. Period. We have two feet of snow on the ground. And then had a sort of freezing, sleety rain on top of it. So there's two feet of soft snow, covered by a quarter inch thick crust. Add in to this mess, Cody has always been fanatical about where he goes to the bathroom - as in, he'll take 20 minutes to find a place to pee, usually right at the first place he checked in the first place. And I don't mean he just wanders, then takes care of business, he literally paces over the same few feet of grass for ages. Completely unlike Loki, who will pee on any patch of grass. And if there's snow on the ground? Anything's fair game. Street, lawn, front porch, patio. If it's got snow on it, it must be peed upon.
But I digress. After not peeing all day yesterday (and yes, I count my blessings that he didn't pee in the house... he really is a very good dog), he finally went to the bathroom. I can stop worrying that he's going to make himself sick.
Very Happy Thought.