Apollo is very good at letting me know when he needs to go number two. Unfortunately, he is not very good on the follow through.

When I take him to the designated doggie area (special fake grass for this very purpose), he loses all his confidence.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Apollo asks, looking at me.

“I’m 100% sure.”

“Okay,” Apollo says and takes a few hesitant steps onto the grass. He lifts his paws as if he is walking on broken glass, while sniffing at certain favored spots.

“It doesn’t ring a bell,” Apollo insists. “I can always try later.”

“We’re not going inside until you’re done.”

Apollo looks back at the grass. “If you insist.”

“I really really do.”

Apollo resumes walking around. He jumps when he steps on a leaf or if a fly buzzes too close to him, or when someone walks by, or when a leaf blower is on, or when a car door is slammed, or when a nearby garage door is opened, or when the trash cans are pulled to the curb, or when a kid scooters by.

He pees, then prances to me, proudly. “I did it.”

“That was only a tinkle. You need to go kaka (that’s poo-poo in Hungarian).”

“Do I have to?” Apollo asks, unwilling to return to the grassy area.

I gently placed him near his all-time favorite spot (meaning he pooped there yesterday). “Yes.”

Apollo heaves a sigh. “I guess I can give it one last try.”

He paces back and forth near the edge a dozen times before he finally takes up the much-coveted squatting position.

Apollo darts to me, jumping up and down. “I did it! I did it! I won!”

Using a bit of toilet paper, I pick up the still warm but at least small sized gift he deposited. “You sure did; in more ways than one.”

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