Ellie woke me up this morning. Early. Which she doesn't normally do. She's really good about staying put through the night. But when she does get up in the middle of the night and starts pouncing on me, I know she needs to go outside. So I drag my groggy pants outside and stand in the freezing chill while she sniffs around and pees. She always makes the move to come in after a good pee. But y'know what dog? It's 2am and you made me get out of bed. You better be taking a dump while we're out here.
Then she does.
She's such a good dog.