Wasn't that sweet of her to clear a path for him and even uncover some grass for his deposits? (I don't have the heart to tell her that Stewey has decided that going outside to potty isn't on his color wheel. I open the back sliding door and he aims his weinie outside and waters the patio without ever getting his paws wet.) Damn dog. (Stay tuned, because I'm sure Little Lord Fauntleroy will have something to say about me revealing his secrets.)
In the meantime...have a happy weekend and stitch your eyeballs out!