boy, interrupted

Baxter's potty habits as of late have been extended affairs, made all the more time consuming because of the extra fiber we've added to his diet to facilitate natural anal gland expression. Through trial and error, he has learned not to walk off until his duties are completely finished, so as to not be dragging his tenacious and sometimes almost footlong friend behind him. A normally relaxing and contemplative time, really, for both Baxter and his dad. But yesterday was a different story.

Two squirrels in the heat of a territorial battle whizzed by Baxter's face as his body teetered in the midst of afternoon poop. Caught mid-log, there was nothing that the little kielbasa could do, other than squat with an anguished look on his face and wait like a little kid ready to open presents on Christmas morning.

Moments later, Baxter was ready to join the battle, but the war was already over.