Around 9 p.m. the dog woke from her usual evening slumber and danced and scratched at the door. She had to go outside. She can never be expected to go alone. She requires the presence of the “potty coach.” At first, this need irritated me. No creature should need a potty coach.
In time, I gave in to the coaching. I realized that for what ever reason, that is what my dog needs and I can give it to her. It’s not hard really. In the act of encouragement, I find a certain comfort and peace but this was only found under layers of resistance. I had to stop thinking about what “should” happen and simply accept what was happening. This last sentence is easy to write but very difficult to live.