The saga of my new rescue pooch continues. When we decided to foster 'it' she had the name of Cookie. I didn't care for that one; sort of made her sound like a bimbo. So, I then changed the name to Cutter. I had mentioned to Her Majesty how I didn't like 'cookie cutter' dogs, the ones that are designed. I then decided to call 'it' Cutter but that lasted for only one week. Cutter is non-generic and it didn't fit. I began playing with the initials for cookie cutter and, two days ago came up with CeeCee. It's a feminine name and different. It really doesn't matter what I call 'it' because 'it' doesn't really know what's going on in her life, anyway. Oh, she knows 'let's go for a ride' and 'treats' along with 'upstairs' as in "let's go upstairs". If 'it' is upstairs lying on her bed and hears the refrigerator door open or the microwave running there's a mad sprint to the kitchen. That's about it.
I take 'it' outside to piddle every two hours and 'it' does it's thing in the exact same spot in the front yard. This is sort of a bother for me, especially early in the morning, because I have to walk out with 'it'. When we had Charlie I'd open the front door. He'd go out and come back in when he was finished doing his duty.
I keep referring to CeeCee as an 'it'. I only did this to get your attention. You see, the pooch is a gal and I can prove it. It's all because of biology. When CeeCee piddles she squats. She doesn't stand to urinate. Guys stand and girls squat. It's that simple. I'd bet a month's social security check everyone one of these fake gals stands when they pee. I know this and if you don't believe me prove me wrong.
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