Ana speaks

One Way and I were having one of those let’s-just-watch-TV nights the other night. He got up and decided to be productive by washing dishes. I stayed in the living room.

After about three minutes of him in the kitchen, Ana went in there and started barking. So, I got up to see what the fuss is all about.

There he was, at the sink, looking back at her. She was standing and staring at him. She whined and then barked several times.

“What is it?” One Way asked. “Is there someone in the yard?”

So, he looked out the back door. Nothing. So he went back to the sink. She barks again, more urgently this time.

Now, remember my posting last month? If Ana, a pit bull, ever thought about harming a human, I’d euthanize her on the spot. So, I started thinking about that and that she’s gone crazy and something has snapped in her head … she’s in the red zone and is going to kill my husband (at least it’s not me, right?).

The other thought in my head: Jimmy’s stuck in a well? But we don’t know of any Jimmys or any wells in the neighborhood.

While my thoughts were racing, One Way walked toward her, and she looked at him, looped around and sat at his heel. That’s when I understood.

“She needs to go outside … now,” I said.

So, I took her out to the front yard and Ana happily took the biggest dump in her life.

What a damn good dog! Ana knew that to go outside, she had to be at one of our heels. And because One Way was up already, she chose him (I told him that she associates him with poo, haha).

Ana has to be the best dog I’ve ever owned – and, yes, I am basing this off of the poo incident. If that had been Kit? She would have a) held it in until she died of a busted colon or b) shat in some distant room to let it fester until it was discovered.