note to self

With me usually the one galavanting off on bizcations, it is rare that I am the one left alone with the little kielbasa.  Rare, that I become the sole provider of all that this little sausage boy might need.   Which is how I ended up needing to make a very important note to myself yesterday after I dropped Big Boyfriend off at the airport.  Take out the little kielbasa.

Now, I'm not saying we don't often go outside during the day when Big Boyfriend is working, but that's totally different. When tiny chumley and I are usually outside, we are lost in our little magical world, exploring intriguing smells and excavating for buried treasure.  Chasing squirrels and barking at bassetts.  Never in a million years would it cross either of our minds that one certain little doxie just might need to do his business.   Poopies and pee pees are in dad's realm, and that's just the way it has been, the way it is.  And the way Baxter expects it.  Mom + outside = play, Dad + outside = poop n pee.  Which means, come to think of it that, there will be two of us making notes to ourselves this weekend.  Me, to remember to take Baxter out to do his business, and Baxter, to remember that he needs to do his business when in the presence of his mom.  When both of us would rather be sleeping in the sun, waiting for dad to come home.