Yesterday, after mom helped me write the post about how well me and Stanley were doing, we pooped on the living room carpet. We didn't plan on it, it just happened. Mom said, "I'd prefer you to poop outside." Now I'm no wizard with the English language, in fact I understand very little of it, but Stanley looked up the word "prefer" and there were several definitions. One of them was "to like better or best" and another one was "to bring forward or lay before one for consideration". So we thought we had it covered in this situation. If she liked it better or best that we poop outside, then that doesn't mean we can't poop inside, it just isn't the best option. It's not like she said it was mandatory that we poop outside. And if it was the other definition, well . . . we did lay the poop there for her consideration and we did it in the living room where it would be easy for her to find. I don't think she appreciated the thought we put into it. This human language is just so confusing!
So today, we were just playing. We had a few toys out, not all of them, but we were having fun. And me and Stanley said to each other, "Let's not poop in the living room, I don't think Mom appreciated it." We agreed, that was the plan. So while we were playing, my bladder was feeling a bit full so I went over by Mom's chair and peed for her. She wasn't sitting in her chair but I saw the clicker on the table by the chair and I wanted to make sure she could give me a click so I could have a treat for peeing.
Because when we wake up, she should know we'll need to pee again!