Snow, plus the sustained single-digit temperatures, created the perfect storm, pun intended, for many four-footers in the Northeast. Over and over again we would bundle ourselves up and bring our dogs out so that they could do their business. Confused, they were unable to get it together to poop.
We concerned pet parents compared notes. We brainstormed about possible solutions. Still, no poop.
This morning it was 28 degrees. All the dogs I know have pooped. Those include my son Lee K. Am I optimistic for the near future? No. More snow is predicted. Temperatures are expected to plunge again.
Takeaway: Be grateful for the poop days. Let our four-footers know how we treasure their cooperation.