Embarassing Grandma C

Grandma C always took me for a walk when Mama was at work. In the beginning she wasn't used to the rectractable leash, you know, the one that gives me more freedom. But right on the second walk she was mastering it and pulling me towards her when crossing a street. She had to do that because I go crazy marking my territory and sometimes I'm not aware of cars. Attached to the leash handle, there is a purple bone shaped poop bag container. When a bag is pulled from the roll, the tip of the next bag sticks out and they are used as needed, in other words, when I get my business done. As you can see, my business doesn't involve picking it up, just doing it, simple! I'm a busy man and sometimes, I do more than one business per walk, which happened when my Grandma C realized she ran out of bags to pick up my second poop, right in front of the police officer's car! Not only was she embarassed but she was also afraid to be given a littering ticket. To her luck, the policeman was not looking at us, so we quickly ran home. Sorry Grandma! Now, she always checks if she has enough poop bags. What was really great was(only Grandmas can forgive in a situation like this)we came home and I got a cookie and lots of love. Check out the pictures before and after the walk.

Already excited to go for a walk; just waiting for Grandma to show up in the deck with the harness and leash, yeah!



Starting to walk around the neighborhood, ooooh freezing!!!! My Grandma was cold, but that was not the only reason why she wore her knit hat like that. She never likes the way she looks in pictures and so does everybody else in the family, except Mom and Dad. As you could notice from previous posts, nobody in the family likes pictures...



Looking for the right opportunity to do the business.



This spot seems perfect!! ( right under the police's nose...) Stinky poo! You can tell my Grandma is already pulling me out of the crime scene.( I'm not even fully pictured here!)



I look one way.



She looks the other.



C'mon Grandma! RUUUUUUNNNNN!!!!



Back home being rewarded, for doing my business in the right place( which means NOT in the house)



Enjoying every bit of my cookie.



Done!



Grandma's calling me! Sushi!!!
Maybe another cookie??? I'm excited!



Not really, just Grandma's lap, being rewarded for embarassing her.



Aren't Grandmas the best?



PS: Hair still scruffy from Fashion Show...