Pixel wasn't whining because she needed to go out. She was whining because she wanted to go out. I took her out countless times to do her business. She'll get right to it, then want to chase the cats, and the butterflies, and bark at the neighbors' dogs. groan.
I would leave her outside, but I'm afraid she'll fall in the pool, so I bring her in for her own good. She whimpers and cries about that, then stands at the front door, crying for her man.
Today I am Pixel-free. I hope I am also productive!
Art with Grandma
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