I saw more than one ridiculous commercial this morning about an app to help you reward your child for using the potty. One even depicted a fantastical “first flush party.” People do this? (Evidently they do.)
Reminded me of some criticism I’ve gotten for talking too much about peeing in my memoir. Fair criticism, I’ll admit. I’ve found places where I don’t need to mention that I also peed when I let Isis out to pee in the middle of the night. I deleted the scene* when I stop the car after driving exactly one block to make sure that my whining puppy wasn’t trying to tell me she had to pee.
Recently, a writer buddy commented that she is not interested in reading about dogs peeing, just as she is not interested in stories of human potty training, unless something really exceptional happens. While I can’t say that I’m dying to read about the trials and tribulations leading to a fantastical first flush fiesta, I would sort of expect a mommy memoir to touch on some of the associated issues of teaching a child to use the toilet.
Besides, owners of new puppies are sort of obsessed with when our pups are going to pee, aren’t we? You don’t want to miss an opportunity to encourage the peeing to happen in the designated area. Nor do you want to clean pee off the floor, or worse, carpet. You need to figure out what the signs are and watch for them, developing a prophetic pee sense.
I’m sorry, parents of newborns, but you have it easier than parents of new puppies in this arena (oh yeah, I said it), because newborn humans wear diapers, so it doesn’t really matter when they pee. They can pee any damn time they want, and you don’t even have to clean it up right away.
All that other human parenting stuff, yeah, I’m sure that’s all way harder.
* Deleted scene:
The snow stayed on the ground all weekend, and the temperature dropped so the roads were icy by Monday morning. The news people kept saying, “If you don’t have to leave the house, don’t.”
I crept along my street, testing my four-wheel drive and anti-lock brakes. Isis howled her favorite song, the one she sang during her first bath and whenever we crated her.
Where are you taking me?
“Silly, you’ve been in this car before. You’re fine.”
At the end of the block, I thought I better make sure her cries didn’t mean she had to go potty. I pulled into a cul-de-sac and got out of the car, my boots sliding on the icy sidewalk.
“Come on, baby.” I scooped her up and set her down on a crunchy patch of snow. “There’s grass under there. You can pee on it.”
Isis just sat there and looked at me.
“Okay, guess you don’t have to go.”
Never accuse me of being so in love with my deathless prose that I’m not willing to leave it on the cutting room floor.
5 thoughts on “Everybody pees”
I’ve been saying it in my head for years. Completely agree- kids are easier to potty train. And I want to hear about peeing so I vote to put the peeing back in. 🙂
Ha ha ha! I think anybody who has had a puppy can relate!
I enojyed this post! I actually said the same thing when I saw the commercial about the parties or whatever? And the picture above with the dog kiss is great too! And thanks for stopping by my blog on my SITS day!
Thanks! I’m glad to know that some parents of young children had the same response!
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