Wake Up! I Have To Go Out Again!

The other night my friend Richard came over to watch the Seattle Mariners-Houston Astros game with me. Molly has been around him before so it was no big shock to her and she wasn't that upset with a stranger being in the house. She would not allow herself to go to sleep until he left (she didn't feel that comfortable with him) but I told him before he left that I had a feeling that she was going to have the trots before the night was over. I hit that one right on the money. I went to bed at about 11:30 PM and she woke me up about every two hours after that needing out. I will admit, that is better than the alternative Molly left me with on Thursday, so I dutifully staggered up and walked her and each time, she really had to go. I am sure I looked like Otis Campbell on a Saturday night (an Andy Griffith Show reference) staggering down the sidewalk being led down the sidewalk by my dog. It reminded me of the episode where Otis got the cow. We accomplished her mission and I did not fall down the steps so all was good.